I love bananas – I think it’s even mutual.

I’m grown up and can buy it myself. But as a child, when I asked my parents to take them, I always heard two options in response.

In the spring:

At this price? ! to Better to take oranges and shrimp twice as much!

In the summer:

In winter, you should eat bananas. And now you need to take pears, apples, melons.

Morality: If parents don’t like bananas, they’re never on time.

He leaves the hospital and sits in the car. At Grandma’s stop:

Are you in town?

Yes Yes

Do you bring?

Sit down

Dialogue along the way:

Are you married?

– not

I will introduce you to my grandchildren. One truth is foolish...and the other nothing, in Ufa lives...

Strange thing, but many confuse an active civil position with a convenient place next to some satiate feeder.

All the opera plots are reduced to the fact that the tenor and soprano tend to sleep, and the baryton prevents them.
Bernard Shaw

I went to a shop with a friend to buy her new shoes.

The girlfriend is a thin natural blonde with long loose hair and very correct facial features.

She used shoes very peculiarly - put on her leg and froze. I didn’t go, I didn’t go, I just froze.

A second after ten “disappears” and says – she, I think, squeezes a little.

Some young aunt, passing by us, suddenly with a whispering "AAAAAAA" shakes away, almost sitting on the neighboring banquet, then loudly to us: "Tyfu you, I thought you were a mannequin."

I have one very famous acquaintance. Once she was walking with her six-year-old son and he hit his head on a playground. There was not even a clot on his head, but the acquaintance was afraid that he might have a brain shock. Even after she laid the child to sleep, from time to time she walked into his bedroom, woke his son and asked his name. When she went back to him again, she saw a sticker glued to his forehead. On the label label was written:

“My name is Artem.”