A surgeon told me. One day he examined the patient before the operation and she seemed to be familiar to him. I thought for a long time where he could see her and decided that most likely in the hospital where he was going on internship. He asks:

Do you work in the third hospital?

Yes there.

Is eating in the dining room just as bad?

I think yes. I still work as a chef there.

He was a subordinate officer in the city of Ottawa, and he was a subordinate officer in the city of Ottawa, for what he called Betmen. B 10 clacce y nac ought to be ypoq, consecrated to sicknesses, pedeed by sicknesses. We waited for this time, we, we, we, we, we, we, we were incompetent, like a 50-year-old uncle, a subcommittee in a military, we would be able to pick up pizza. They said, how he would be to blush and blush, the cymptoms of syphilis and gonopeia.

This day was typed. Bethman went to the clacc, we, the pitchers, xixikali in the dyche. And he said to them, “With this piece of money you know it and you use it! “And I said to him, ‘I know and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know.”

My partner at work is superstitious.

Nothing can be passed through the threshold, money can not be given in the evening, etc. We will argue and there will be no money, and everything in the same spirit.

Yesterday, I said you can’t give money!

I lost 5000!

I ask how?

Yes, the boss came to check, and I was a buoy. He was fined 5000. You should have had money in your hands!

I wanted to explain that crawling at work is the most silly sign, and the journey will not believe it.

Clean in pockets, like in Singapore.

When I was a teenager, I underwent a knee surgery. The doctor brought me a flommaster and told me to mark the right knee with a circle, and the second with a cross, and then left the room. I did everything exactly as he said.
And then he evened the arrows to the circle and wrote "Operate here", added more crosses on the other knee and the inscription "Do not touch". From boredom, I spent the next half-hour painting my own body and leaving messages like "I won't give the Appendix," "What did I do? The knee is below.” I even asked my mom to write something on my back like, “If you’re reading this, it’s not that side. Turn it.”
When the anesthesiologist appeared, I had time to cover up with a prosthesis. They told me that I was carrying all the nonsense before turning off, but that’s a different story. The operation went well and I had to stay in the hospital for the night. Later, the doctor came to see me and told me how I managed to break the schedule of the operation.
In general, when the staff removed the slide and read the same notes, everyone cried, not stopping, for ten minutes. Finally, having calmed down, with great difficulty taking themselves into their hands, they began to turn me over to put me on the operating table... And then they saw the last inscription...
As a result, the operation started half an hour later than planned, and all because of my love of drawing.

What did you do today, dear?
- I drove a certificate for the universe to do, then went to my parents, gave my dad the disc that I told you, and then went to work.
I thought I missed you.
I am always forgetting the correct answer.