I have a friend, Yuri, a rare man. At his expense, we drank – let’s remember when – well, right, we never drank. Sometimes he comes to me to play football, and I accept him. After playing, Yuri goes home, but definitely pulls something from the table. It can be a pack of seeds, a pair of apples or even a piece of sausage. Well, it would be okay to eat during the game, so no - well, he has to take with him.



Recently he called me, “I’m going to play football! » Knowing his peculiarity, sweets and chocolates I hid. He played and approached the table by habit – and there was nothing but medicines. But it could not break a long-standing habit.



This person takes the eye drops and with the words, "I feel like my eyes are hurting," spills half a bubble into each eye. Shame on, shame on!