A friend told the story of the funeral of the pet.

Finally, my hamster has arrived. For the last month, as an abolitionist, I wore him in these clinics, if it were not a girl, I would immediately release him, although I would enjoy freedom before death. So he ended up at the veterinarian. In short... I stand in the forest strip, I knit (nothing else was found) the grave of a hamster roy. And the forging machine does not do it quickly... The duster flies and the three break to me... I guessed what would be next but I was so puzzled, I was angry with this dead hamster was more than menta feared. Suitable one, two on the sides: throw a knife, present documents. But quite quietly, did not beat the mouth, did not get into the ground. As a result, the funeral of the hamster was attended by: me, a girl and three mints. It was probably the most elegant funeral for a hamster... there was only a small flag on the box and shots in the sky.

I’m only waiting for the utygi to recognize the cause of global warming and it will be possible to go to work in mint clothes?

We had not been on the steam boat yet, and there was panic.
How is it on the shore? Are there still healthy people and when they will begin to turn into vampires and zombies?" - these questions increasingly worried the team after watching the next issue of the news.
There was also a “feast on our street”: an unplanned visit to North America. In the port of the same city, where a bright outbreak of the world pandemic and other delights of the high year. The crew, listening to the media about the means of individual protection and social distance, decided to prepare.

Imagine a situation: a black immigration officer is guarding a passport check in the port. Suddenly, a crowd of pale-faced healthy men in masks and in the hands of everyone... a spat. One of them immediately begins to tick the African-American in the face with this spade, and the others friendly take their chance instrument to prevail. What is the officer’s mind? It’s right: the Ku Klux Clan, in revenge for the BLM movement, wants to kill and bury a poor Negro right here, on the spot. It doesn’t matter if the floor is concrete.
Probably, this was what the immigration control officer thought when, while keeping social distance, the Botsman tried to hand over his passport on the blade.

of Belarus. Here began the presidential meetings of the police with the presidential candidates.