My friend alpinist from his high mountain trips (Pamir,
The Himalayas and other exotics) brought a mummy. Free as a company man and shirt guy. My friend went crazy with enthusiasm:
A real mummy. The mummy was treated by the acquaintance itself, the family of the acquaintance, the relative of the acquaintance, the acquaintances of the acquaintance and the acquaintances of the acquaintances of the acquaintance. It helped almost everyone and from everything: angina passed instantly, the spikes dissolved, the stones dissolved, the grandmothers became pregnant from the April wind with the sewn start, and the men had literally everything. Naturally, the mountaineer was taken as a native and fed for slaughter. And here on the next friendly sessions, the man cheered joyfully from the abundance of delicacies, expensive drinks and beautiful babies, and the acquaintance delicately wondered if she could expect another portion of the mummy.
No question Irvine. The hero of the evening. On that
We leave in a week, in two weeks - I will deliver in the best form!
Thank you dear! A happy acquaintance broke out. With polite concern.
I wondered, is it hard to collect?
What is hard there? Go into a crap, scratch some shit:
Oh oh! The mummy!