Point Stories. On a park bench sits a sad guy, holding a bottle in his hands.
He sits and looks at the bottle. He sits an hour. Suddenly, to him approaches a track-suit guy, sits next to him – takes his bottle and
drinks in one gulp the content and does powerful "bee". Sad man begins to cry.
- Sad men, don't cry, I was joking - says perplexed track-suit guy --
Come on, here next corner there is vodka shop (monopoly), I would buy you a new bottle.
Is not the point - explains man. - Nothing I do is not succeed.
I overslept and missed the very important meeting. My company does not
signed a contract, so my boss fired me. By leaving the company,
I saw that my car has been stolen, so I took a taxi to home.
When the taxi dropped me, I realized that I left in it my wallet with all the documents, credit cards and money.
And at home - what? At home, my wife is having sex with another man!
So I decided to commit suicide. I've made for myself a poison ... and suddenly comes a stupid fuck, who drinks it!
CONCLUSION: DON'T STEAL!
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