As tax inspectors have managed to get even unfortunate animals

Forty three million nine hundred twenty six thousand twenty seven



Go through the woods three tax inspectors and notice the bear, hiding under a Bush. Those times it by the tail and pull. Home:

Hey, Potapitch, come on, tell us, what kind of Shisha you imagine this coat I bought?

Poor bear never says a word. The inspectors decided that he was holding something back, and throw him in the cage. They wander further out to the edge and see a crocodile, struggling to hide in the swamp. Grab it by the tail and asked:

— Well, Gene, where did you get the money for such a great leather coat?

Silent poor crocodile, inspectors and put him in the cage. Sitting bear with a crocodile, grieve, then the door swings open and she enters mauled and half-plucked goose. Bear him:

— Look, winged, you to what got? Okay, everything about me is clear, and about the crocodile too... And you got busted for what?

— Oh, men! These bastards demanded I say where I have funds each year to the South of dangle!

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