Saruman
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Cthulhu, Putin, and Ksenia Sobchak arrived at the factory that produces Giant Humanoid Robots. They were greeted by the factory administration, led by Medved:
- Privet!
- Privet-e-e-e-et! - Ksenia Sobchak cheerfully cackled.
Putin pushed Ksenia aside and kissed Medved on the belly.
Cthulhu stood nearby, thoughtfully waving his tentacles. He really wanted to wake up.
(c) not mine
I was once riding a bus. And at the moment the bus started moving,
a young man jumped onto the footboard. Since, due to the blockade
and the almost COMPLETE lack of light in the republic, the bus was
the only functioning mode of transport (this happened in Armenia, in Yerevan,
in 1993), you can imagine what was happening at the stops
and especially in the buses: a crush, a torrent of swearing, and other delights of our
life at that time. Therefore, people got on any bus without looking,
just to travel a few stops in the right direction. So,
the young man squeezed onto the footboard and grabbed the first thing
that came to hand. This "first thing" turned out to be the ample bosom of a girl
standing by the door. He grabbed her breast and, with a voice hoarse
from the long chase after the departing bus, asked:
- What number?! (Apparently, he meant the bus number)
To which the young lady proudly and quite loudly replied:
- Fourth! What, don't you like it?!
- Privet!
- Privet-e-e-e-et! - Ksenia Sobchak cheerfully cackled.
Putin pushed Ksenia aside and kissed Medved on the belly.
Cthulhu stood nearby, thoughtfully waving his tentacles. He really wanted to wake up.
(c) not mine
I was once riding a bus. And at the moment the bus started moving,
a young man jumped onto the footboard. Since, due to the blockade
and the almost COMPLETE lack of light in the republic, the bus was
the only functioning mode of transport (this happened in Armenia, in Yerevan,
in 1993), you can imagine what was happening at the stops
and especially in the buses: a crush, a torrent of swearing, and other delights of our
life at that time. Therefore, people got on any bus without looking,
just to travel a few stops in the right direction. So,
the young man squeezed onto the footboard and grabbed the first thing
that came to hand. This "first thing" turned out to be the ample bosom of a girl
standing by the door. He grabbed her breast and, with a voice hoarse
from the long chase after the departing bus, asked:
- What number?! (Apparently, he meant the bus number)
To which the young lady proudly and quite loudly replied:
- Fourth! What, don't you like it?!