The story of the surgeon who collected me.

When I was a kid, I was severely broken, but that’s a different story. So, the surgeon who collected me was just an impossible enormous! In his office in a three-litre bowl stood a tea mushroom and he poured this liquid into himself taking the bowl with one hand! It was clear what he had gaps and strengths.

So, this story happened to this surgeon in 1988. He goes to work in the morning through the forest, and then to him are driven by three local people, whose pipes are burning, who, as always, lack. He refuses and he:

We will be happy to bury you here.

- Boys, I'm breaking you now, and then I'll collect you, maybe you won't add work?

did not succeed. I came to work, called the police, said that in a hurry the clients will come, changed clothes, and just by this time the police arrived. He wrote a paper that so and so, there was a confrontation, which resulted in injuries in the form of a broken right key in all three.

The police officer walked away and asked:

The victims, where are they?

And now, they will come.

And just a call from the reception room - came three fireplaces. And the results of the examination confirmed that all three had a broken key.



P. S is

He gathered them and treated them.