It seems I still tore off the roof
Under the general bench (giggles chokedly) … Although, frankly, I didn’t even think that such “knights” remained in the white light)))) Remember the story about the two offices settled in our neighboring building? So … This is Sir Lancelot Ozerny, who is a manual technician, not a telephone operator (she got confused, she giggles) … So, I remind you … The telephone operator has lost our female staff … I, an exclusive creature, therefore drink not coffee, but tea .. And not at the telephone operator, but at the manual manager .. In the office next to the telephone operator … In short, gloom, delirium and profociation … This golden-wise chiropractor as a moron nanny makes sure that I leave on time dinner, did not light one cigarette from another, did not rush across the ice on stilettos like a witch on a broomstick. I returned home on time, well, or at least “today”, and not “when I finish – I will come!”. Normally asleep, at work she rested if possible. I was not hunched over the computer … The most disgusting thing is that they also try to forbid riding on me (grinning maliciously, they say a naive Chukchi young man!). For all that, this stuffed animal looks with puppy eyes, kisses hands when meeting and parting, and behaves like a crazed dad (the last word with a French pronons) … By the way … By the way, His Highness arrives tonight, and I intend to freeze in the club for a couple – three days … That’s interesting, he will jump there too, in order to “watch” for the headless mnu, or will he still hold on ??????