One of our employees decided to stick over colleagues and smashed the toilet paper with Ben Gay ointment. The other employee went to the toilet and naturally roasted his ass. Feeling the fire that encompassed the bulks, the guy launched from the toilet in the direction of the soul on the second spacecraft. He slipped on the canvas, crashed into the closet, stumbled and fled further. And the closet collapsed on the joker and broke the joker’s rib and two fingers on his hand.
Karma is her mother.