In the vicinity of my house, motorcyclists are often stuck. Yesterday from work I saw this picture: 2 bikers, or more precisely, one of them was just standing, and the other was messing with the scooter. To the wall of his pen is carefully, with his left hand holds him for the clothes on his chest and then the dialogue:
Bicycle: Throw in the board
Gopnik: My Kents will take you out so that you do not get rid of it
Bicycle: Throw in the board
Okay, without a pretext! Let’s get out, not nervous.
Bicycle: Throw in the board
You want me to give you something.
Biker sucking his huge fist for another blow turns to his friend:
“You hear, it’s like switching channels!”