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white. It was closed there, I stood waiting, a married couple of drunks stood next to me. Such, you know, as if from the XVII century. She is to him for you, he is a witch to her. And here we are three of us, waiting for the opening of the store and at no point do they start discussing what they would say to Yuri Dudy if he invited them for an interview. This is what self-esteem we should have!

We sell everything at the gas station: pots, pans, socks, chocolates, Pelevin's books. It seems that they originally came up with a store for drug addicts. And then we thought: what if drug addicts come by car - let's pour gasoline too!

- Have you heard about the gyro scooter?

non-alcoholic.

I wonder where all the grandmothers, like my grandmother, get their money. My grandmother has a pension of eight thousand rubles, but recently she borrowed her uncle four hundred thousand for a car. I don't know where she gets the money from. There is a possibility that all grandmothers have learned to ignore mathematics. Perhaps my grandmother goes to the store and changes five hundred rubles for a thousand.

If you have a gun and a gun, consider life a success. With the help of these weapons, you can go to any place, any store, show that you have them, say: "Look, I have a gun." And then they will give you anything. Bread, water, money after all. After all, everyone is afraid of weapons. It's called racketeering. In the good old days, in the dashing 90s, this was traded by criminal authorities who trained in gyms.

A good speaker is like a thing from an antique store - not like everyone else and in a single copy.

- Well, yes, it sounds incredible for you.

This Magic Shop.

disgrace. I once put on shoe covers. The cashiers will be better known than me. Once Saltykova sat at the fifth.

- I'd rather sit at home on my masterpiece pope.

Women shopping on the phone don't know the beauty of shopping.

I have next to the house there is a very poor product and I do not go there, because there is always some fight, some sort of a fight. You can easily grab for what you bought baguette. Like: "what are you, a faggot?" And saleswoman. I once walked in and behind the counter stood a man and just yelled at the cashier: "Why are you rude to me?!" I said, "So, what's happening?" Just kidding, I did that because I'm holding a baguette, I don't need.

When I go to the stores and see all this shit all this, I may say, the products, all these goods, all this is, who screams from all sides: the buy-buy-buy-buy, and approached me some long-haired painted girl and asks: "can I help You?" the only thing I want is to yell "Bitch, you're the most can not help myself!"