Yesterday I go from the dining room to the conservatory, I walk past the club, meet a couple of boys 11 years old, smelt.
I go by, I look around, let’s go on, say, you’re skiing?
They went to the club and I cried out to them:
"Do you want two of you to do one?"
They call the ammunition of the years 18-20, it comes out, it does:
"Have I got a spell?" (the club residents answer me, don't sit down with this guy, it will break up)

So what? The final score is 150:30 in my favor and a complete mourning in the club ;)
Don’t sit down with the pianists in the computer :D