Today on the current witnessed the epic victory of the writer over the apple store.
The writer has an old note of the time of the third century, the apple store has a new macbook.
The apple maker is all overwhelming to the writer, said, your wheel is fucking, and the mac is cool. The writer cries in response. “If you can do on your notebook what I can’t do on MacBook, I’ll give you 10k rubles.”
The writer, without saying a word, takes his notepad and breaks the monitor on his knee. In the apple tree falls the jaw.
The curtain.