We lie in the hospital. I went out to the garden to smoke. From surgery, a type with a plaster on the leg and on the bones falls out. One took and cried:
Hi, what are you doing here?
He looked at his leg with a plaster and decided to pick up the squad "A stupid question is a stupid answer":
I have hepatitis A, fucking.
What about the coats?
He is contagious. In order for the hands to miss everything in a row, they gave cushions. My hands will be busy.
What is in the gips?
He broke his leg so that he would not forget his bones.