You drive the flocks of clouds
And force us to go to work
Even on a Saturday.
Or will you deny me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
My annual salary?
I am searching for it...
- Wait!.. To the north there is a mountain,
In it is a deep burrow,
In that burrow on three ropes
A coffin of gold sways.
In that coffin is your SALARY!
- Hello, police?!
- Yes!
- Come quickly, I'm being raped!
- Where?
- Already in the ass!!!
- We don't care, WHERE DO WE DRIVE TO?
A fellow passes by an open manhole. He decides to shout down there:
- F% your mother!
- F% your mother! - came the reply.
He again:
- F% your mother!
- F% your mother! - from the manhole.
The man:
- F% your mother, f% your mother!
From the manhole:
- Go f% yourself, stop interfering with work!
Я прошел через сансару многих рождений. Рожденье вновь и вновь — горестно.
Б. ЕЛЬЦИН: "Я ХОТЕЛ, ЧТОБЫ ЛЮДИ БЫЛИ СВОБОДНЫ"