The Georgian comes to the doctor: “Doctar, dear, prescribe some medicine so that there are no more children.” Seventeen children already, for fuck’s sake! The doctor prescribes him a pack of condoms. Two days later he comes again with flowers and cognac.
– Thank you, dear, I helped you out, I’ll never forget!
– What, has it already helped?!
– Kaneshna! I swallow two grand on abed, go to the toilet in the evening, my ani are inflated, I’m flying like a hole-in-the-wall under a patalka. The children are laughing and dying of laughter! Two chalaveks left, spybasyba tebe, daragoy!
