Work is harmful Bashny.Net

Coming home from work, the day was as usual: calls, faxes and other rubbish. Head-to-heavy evening, almost no thoughts, and appear - elusive.
 And suddenly I notice that passed by the house my old comrade, pleasant in all respects a man who I had the money and should have a hundred years.
 Dai, I think, come around for a minute. And see one, and give debt.
 I went up to the desired floor, calling.
Opens mom friend. (M) And then my head knackered work habitually gives the following "working" the phrase Ya (standing in the doorway)
 - Hello! Sorry, but you can phone to Paul?
 (M) - Good evening!
 Mom, let me in, and cries deep into the apartment:
 - Pavlik you to the phone! - And goes to the kitchen.
 Pavlik heard: (P)
 - Okay, I'll take the room!
 I stand myself quietly in the hallway. After some time, again heard P:
 (P) - Something fell through ... Mom, who called something?
 (M) - I think this ... your friend ... Ah! Kohl
 When they found me (Kohl), I sat on the floor in the hallway and crying with laughter.
 In general, there were no brandy us with Pasha and champagne - mum.