A few days ago, I left the clinic, took my son’s card, because we are moving. At the meeting the man (M), noticeably hanging.
Q: Did it hurt you so much? This card is thick!
I: This is my son’s card, I’m healthy like a bull!
May the son be healthy as a bull! Let the Jigsaw grow! Though not, let it grow up an ordinary Russian guy, or these gigits have already gone:)))