Nazi helplessness is the heart of humor

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Sir, let's go to the work of the story. It's been my story for a few years. At that time, I was 20 years old. To be honest, I was weak. I was lying. Until one day, when the sun was setting, I was going by car. Jatun Khali Majid Kharatha was moaning for himself. Where are you going? He came and sat behind me. I told him to sit there, madam. My beer, for your convenience, I said, you know, you said, you are right, I said, where are you going now, he said, wherever you go, I said, I do not want to go home, do you want to come, he said, Hello, Berto, who has arrived? Let's go and hit the gas vein and the gear. Wow and these words, now do what you do not do, screaming and screaming girl, and oh, oh, I'm not a faceless cart anymore, and of course no one has seen me. And the water flowed again. Then we came to the bathroom. We slept in front of the same bear. Curse, curse, come to me, I said, oh, I have not seen dirt on anyone's head, let them make an insect.

Date: August 20, 2018

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