- The IVZ department. Good morning. I’m listening to you.
- Yeap, you must be some student.
- I am.
- Is *** here?
- No? He isn’t.
- So, nobody is here.
Given “*** isn’t here” with initial “*** is a man” you conclude this. If you don’t, i would prefer to talk to you instead of her, who does. Syllogisms are such syllogisms.
- Hmm, why?
- I’m asking you why.
- I can mention at least *** and ***, but she seems to be busy now, she is talking to some guest lady with two children.
- With how many child you’ve said?
- Lady with two children.
- Is she with one child or more?
- More than one.
- So, she isn’t my granddaughter.
Hooters. Let’s be british and replace “oh shit” by “bloody hell”.
- … and I asked if it would be possible…
Unfortunately i’m almost going to miss the sense – is he talking about degree justification announced about a week earlier he is planning to return or about filing deadline normally coming before documents obtaining? Why is a raven like a writing desk? Why is an eyelid like a tutorial on the subject of surface tension?
-… as she answered from the one side it would be because they might have had those, though from the other side there may be another people there and they might fail to recognize, and though on the one hand there is some logical base, am I right, and though on the other, she said…
- Such a semantic dodecahedron, i see.
All this people with purely administrative functions who convert endless tea breaks into spreading of illegal action should by removed to the tundra for the benefit of people and mine.
- Okay, wanna play volleyball?
Ignoring hard rain if continuous is a good reason to start ignoring pneumonia.
- The best part of mine clearly supposes it’s 2 a.m. Wouldn’t call such mood suitable enough.
- The best one?
- The one still lives Far East time.
- Why you call it the best?
- It may be the only one still lives at all.
So i’m leaving him in his offense, he’s finely leaving me alone, it’s a deal.
So they say mixture of soot and blood looks fine on the finger tips and suits me, as bruises on the waist – from heavy steel frame with love – do, as both anorexical depression and cake cream with a taste of tears do, as insomnia and unreality… A new working year, let’s get in started.