I spent two days at work, not choking. At night, the shops are closed. I went home to a friend (he lives closer). A friend gets the semi-fabricates in the refrigerator and to the plate - to scratch the hot, I cut the salad. A friend is frightened by something rubbing, crushing, roasting, disturbing. I ask :
Oh shit, what are you?
I’m going to cook it, he responds.
I have understood. What exactly?
- Pasta under cheese, wheat, hunting sausages, sausage and tomato sauce, - here we both at the same time "feed" in the stomach. It is called "Dedicate, creature!"