from ZH:



It is no secret that Moscow and the Moscovites are not very loved in the vast areas of our homeland. I will not give in to the causes of this dislike, for I am not a sociologist. In regions with a developed self-awareness, for some reason it is believed that the Moscovites are weak on vodka (well, in the main mass it is such a special courage - to drink a Moscovite, throwing him into an untouchable state. For example, one of my friends, who has a developed self-awareness, looking at one Moscow manager, who liked to stumble in a shared internet match with him, made a visit to him. It is remarkable that the manager at the time was in reference in the Lower, under the program of regional rotation of managers. So, a friend brought him to such a state that the manager, in a cabbage, naked by the belt, sang in a karaoke the song of a little mammoth. and the friend was so upset that it was not lazy to shoot the process on the mob. Accordingly, after the aforementioned event, it was only necessary for the person to start to punch again, as he had a photo of this circus or a video on his office soap. The ponts went off.



It is understandable that during the years of integration I have scattered all of Russia along and across. And in the attraction "pull out the moscovite", as a potential victim, participated repeatedly. Well, you understand, all the clever, in a tie and expensive costume, and also the hooks with him. He is a good guy, but he has to. Naturally in the cabbage. And of course vodka. At the 800 grams edge, the drunk in the fucking host side whispers, wondering that I have not yet fallen:

You are strong for Moscow.

You guys, I am a Samaritan!

You fuck, I didn’t say it right away.