I work in a car service. Once upon a time, Yoko came to me, my longtime companion. I am upset, confused, almost crying. The love of his whole life spoiled him Lexus, accusing him of betrayal. Can I polish? He looks at me with hope.

I don’t know, let’s go see. I called the polishing master.

On the entire cap of the chic black 470-ki, the nails, pressed in a woman's hand, scratched: "Jura, you are shit!". I smile. The Master arrived. Stretching the hand to the unhappy, it seems.

by Andrei. Look at the cover, I think you think, Jura?

I fell to the ground of laughter, and this story became a hit of our car service for a long time.