I spent the whole day at home, as the American did not slip from the couch before the calf, eaten, jerked, slept, briefly parasitized, the calf was walking on a stretched path of garbage from the telephone to the sorting, and then to the comp, fell and I was lazy to get up, I lay for five minutes on the floor, then my brother began to pin my feet, moving to my room, and say that I am jerking American amobe, and I was roasting choking...

I am seriously thinking about Darwin’s theory that labor made man a monkey, for today I have undergone a direct-proportional process and it has justified itself.