I work in a hospital as a nurse.

Today my grandmother asked me to help call my son (you know, these grandmothers don't know the technique). I asked, what is my son’s name? She says “Daniel.” I'm looking for a phone list for Daniel. not found. He told her about it. And she says, “He’s written on my phone like Taras.”

Tired of living in Pelevin's novel

I remembered the old joke to get to the girl, decided to go. I sit in a cafe, two girls are sitting at the table in front of me, and I think, “You will become my victims.” He wrote on the servette, “Let’s have dinner. Yes, smile to me. Make a salad.” I handed the servette to the waitress. The girl read, looked at me, smiled, stood up and made a salto!
Life did not prepare me for that.
P. S. met, ate dinner, became a gymnast

The plot for the modern screenplay of Gogol's book "Dead Souls": Chitchov buys accounts of deceased people to sell them to organizers of electronic voting