Doshutilis. A story about my buddy and the flock of sheep

On the weekend, my friend Bob went with friends to the country. And at three o'clock in them clouded by alcohol head does not come anything more intelligent than to play a prank on somebody on the phone. Bob, as the bravest and most drunk, picking up random numbers and say the same thing:

— Excuse me, by you, by any chance, like a flock of sheep?

It is, of course, replied something in the style:

— What is a flock of sheep? Go to hell! The middle of the night, are you kidding me?

But one man who answered the phone was rescued from the washi and the company desire to mock people.

— Excuse me, but past you do not happen to like a flock of sheep? — once again asked Bob.

— What are you, strayed from his? — said the man.

via eku.ru/stado-baranov/