Book: Post office

Of course, a quarrel will always be. Such is the nature of Women. They like the mutual exchange of dirty Laundry, a bit of PR, a little bit of drama. Then the exchange of representations.

... an honest woman worthy of admiration.

Experts, this town was recognized, as he wrote in one big magazine, the last city in the United States, which the enemies will want to nuke.

I remember one of the older postmen had shown me the heart and said:
- Chinaski, someday you will reach right here here penetrate!
- What, heart attack?
- Devotion to the service. You'll see. Still going to be proud of.
- Nonsense!

- There are crazy men.
- What's it to you?
- The fact that some are in love with their wives.

... Women are meant to suffer; no wonder they are asking for permanent expressions of love.

The Lord or someone else all the time is doing women and throws them into the street, and they have the butt too big, Boobs too small, and this is all crazy, and that's just crazy, this is crazy on religion, and one wonders at welding, but this can't control when to fart, and not the nose, and shnobel have three legs, bony...

After those two funerals I went to the races and won. Something about the funeral was. Better different things to see. Every day would be the funeral - you see, and would become rich.

Since the collision of these two truly sensitive souls something began to develop. They met at concerts, and after naskoryak got laid. (This is implied rather than stated, both were too thin to just ***atyca.)

In the bedroom we have around the bed was so low to the wall, peregorazhivanie room. It placed the pots, and the pots were placed geraniums. When Joyce first went to bed and earned, I noticed that the floorboards began to bend and shake.
Then - plop.
- Oh! I said.
- Well, what else? asked Joyce. Don't stop! Don't stop!
- Baby, I ass pot of geraniums fell.
Don't stop! Keep it up!
- Okay, okay!
Again I rassouloula, everything was going well, and then - Oh, ***s!
- What is it? What is it?
- Another pot of geraniums, baby, fuck me in the tailbone, slipped in the ass, and fell.
On with the geraniums! On! On!
- That's okay.
Through all the exercise the pots all fell and fell. How ***be under bombardment.

- Any fool can viharati yourself some work; on the contrary, only a wise man can do without.

Petty thief I'm not. I need the whole world or nothing.