Near the mother's house there is a small plot with a burst. There lived a couple of not the most sober way of life and the couple even had their own transport - a motorcycle "Muravey". We somehow made an order with my mother in the garage, the doors on the back of the door, and here comes a slightly unconscious neighbor:

Hi my neighbors! Give me a half litre of gasoline before gasoline?

The gasoline is only in the tank of Moskovich, my mouth-shlang-bak method does not own, I am small, so I am not a professional, and she asks a logical question: -Will you suck?

The neighbor grumbled and said quietly, “I don’t know, I have to ask my wife if she allows it.”

After 15 seconds of universal stupor, the momm begins to laugh wildly and through laughter presses out: - Idiot! Are you going to suck out of the bag? HDD

The neighbor rose even more.