Based on the anecdote “Travka puziko ćkočet”.
He jumps on the pitch and chopsticks from the soul.
Like a good drunk or smoked anash.
The horse goes out on that slope, looks wild, does not understand.
Why does the crooked eagle run on her and crack.
He asked the jeweller, what did you do here?
What did he smoke, or what did he smoke?
Yoj hickled, smiled, rested and said:
You would have run the horse here, you would have understood everything and kept it!
The horse melted, thought, jumped, stood up on the debris and broke up.
He walked on the pitch as if someone had struck him.
The horse rushes through the field like a raft.
The man looks at the picture like this.
He ran four rounds and came back to the meal again.
I cheated on my friend, I couldn’t find anything.
There is nothing funny here, there is nothing to crack.
Tell me Yozik again from what you started roasting.
Yozik whispered, turned and walked on the grass.
The pudding crap. So fun for me.