“In short, Max, smoked, came to McDonald’s. And there, you know, you can buy a micro-pack of ketchup for a potato for 5 rubles.
nastka-apple: So, he gives a buzz for a sturdy paper of 500 rubles and demands a hundred portions of ketchup! Mist in the unconscious, Max begins to push the right - like I am your client, my desire is the law, and maybe I lack ketchup in the body, call the manager, etc. A scandal with the administration.
How did it end? ?
nastka-apple: something, he bought 100 servings of ketchup :)
tersan: "You are here or with yourself?")))) fucking, I am so curious what he did with them next )))
Nastka-apple: I honestly don’t know.
Teresan: Please find out. It is important to me :)