They went to the village (there is a friend's house), drunk, of course, in the mess. And here, when I was already thinking badly, someone from the local got a steak box with some grass/tobacco inside. He offered me. Without long thinking, I took one and ate. It was later explained to me that it was necessary for a moment to hold this green piece behind my lips and then spit that wild in the ashes, and then I didn’t know – and brutally paid. Overall, in a moment I felt something terrible started happening in my stomach: as if a volcano started erupting right inside of me! And at the same time, the information from the sensors on the valves went to the brain: the ass just started to break, and a nauseous bump drove to the throat. When I realized that I wasn’t an interlocutor anymore, I decided to go where my problems could be solved. But fucking, it’s a village, a sorter on the street, and I’m in a strange house and I don’t even know where the door is! Pulling my mouth with one hand and bulky with the other, I ran into the darkness of the hallway and saw the light at the end of the tunnel, it looked like an exit. At this point, the rear valve got very bad, I realized that the count was going for seconds and ran into the pleasant moonlight doorway. Running out to the doorstep I realized that... there is no wing, but there is a small slope, which I have already jumped through by inertia and dumbly fall down. Since I clamped the technological holes in my hands, I fell down like in a cartoon - plasma, fucking down. And then the terrible thing happened: the valve broke from the blow and I, blatantly, exploded - began to fight fiercely and blatantly at the same time. I licked in two streams, like from a projectile-thrown water pipeline! It was terrible, but I couldn’t do anything. All I had in mind was to run to the sorting, so I, continuing to blame and blame, got up and ran in the direction where he should have been in my opinion. I made a mistake and stumbled into the wool. He ran to the other side, and there was a chicken. It was at this moment that my disappearance was discovered and the owners of the house looked out the window, where a terrible picture appeared to their eyes: a guest from Moscow, taking off his pants, ran there and there along their site, blurring and squeezing everything on his way. This chewing stops only when there is no liquid left in the body except blood. Then I just fell and crashed. The area could no longer be saved. I even managed to get into a chicken. I think that time I lost five pounds in a couple of minutes.

For some reason, I was not invited to the village anymore.

It would be interesting to know if the wife asked Socrates the question, "Am I not fat?“And what did he answer to him?

Electricity is delayed for 20 minutes, on the platform all frozen and angry, after work, I want to go home, we wait.
No one announces when the train will arrive, like waiting for information.
Finally, the electric car arrives, everyone is loaded, sitting crowded, waiting for departure.
And then a ruby guy with a cake tied up with a tape enters the car and screams at the phone:
“You can imagine, today is the most fantastic day in my life! I ran out of inertia, in despair, I was terribly late! She is standing, waiting for me. I am going! I get to you! Ura is?“?”
And we all smiled, relaxed, as if we were all specifically waiting on the perron for him to get to her with his cake. Let’s go, let’s smile, let’s make a cake.

Russian athletes took at this Olympics 1 gold more than in the past. Germany is 9 fewer than the previous year.

German media outlets about a conspiracy against Germany? No is.

Is Germany getting hysterical? No is.

Are the Bundestag deputies craving? No is.

It is surprising, right?