I walk through the street and imagine that I am a car. I chew myself under my nose quietly bzhzhzhzhm (the second), wzhzhzhzh (the third)... wzhzhzhzh, and now the spontaneous machine - wzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzh. Turning around the corner of the house, I looked if anyone could see this idiotism and depicted the turner with one eye. Having managed to shake over myself, right behind the corner I stand with a look in the graffiti on the house with the signature "eternally young", shake again.
Olive, 33 years old :D