On Sunday

For today I am suffering?

For what we drank for three days?





I'm dying to work

With a hangover, I stump stupid!



Chief, you must understand, my dear

On Sunday young and old



Irreparable harms

And making the team disorder

You can not work on Sunday

Wrong approach is



For what bad luck?

Who invented it, freak!



Come'd better work

Zabem active and the hour



Discarding all sorts of worries

Roasted kebabs now!



Otherwise, I will die in the chair

Or hang myself from boredom



Forest temple itself I shot

Jobs - terrible vice!



After the holidays yesterday

I'm a little tired

Came to work that morning

Efficiency of 200% of issued



Maybe it well, the job, and?