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[
Vadim Stebakov ]
5/12/09 |
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 In my night dreams, you told me it was a day off today, so I kept sleeping and woke up late. My salary is too small. My last month salary is spent 100%, so I had to go to work by foot. My wife called me a fool, so I had to spend about an hour to convince her that she was wrong. I met your daughter in a night club and she told me, in your opinion, it was OK to be late for work. A ball lightning penetrated into my flat. It was wondering near the exit door and thus blocking my way out for about an hour.
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