In the office, I am the head of the department. I get a heartbreaking SMS from an unknown number “Yes, you’ve gotten rid of your right! I want a fuck, you know, a fuck, and it’s important for you to fold socks and wash dishes than to have sex with me...” and a couple of proposals in the same spirit. I shrugged, sending the answer, “Man, throw away the grandmother who doesn’t give. Well, or knock in the mouth that would not whisper, and fuck when you go.” I sent and I sat. The chief asks what I do, I say to him, “Yes, Father Battkovich, I got the SMS, the man with the grandmother argued to see, and the number was wrong...” and then he gets the SMS... pause. “I’ll follow your advice... you just deleted the SMS”
and.. x2