An old grandfather comes to the doctor: “Doctor, I have a problem with my grandmother, she’s been lying on the bed for a month, she doesn’t get up, she either moans or growls.” Doesn’t eat, doesn’t drink, is dying. What should I do?
– Well, grandfather, the case is difficult. But treatment must begin with sex.
– Doctor, my dear, why am I an old party member, Lenin died in my arms, I can’t.
– Grandfather, there is no other way. Grandfather came home, smoked, groaned, took a drop of Viagra, washed it down with a hundred, and climbed on his grandmother. Once again, tired and fell asleep. She wakes up, grandma is busy in the kitchen, humming songs, putting on lipstick, lining her eyes, and already dancing. Grandfather sat down and lit a cigarette, lowering his head low.
– Grandfather, what are you doing?
– Well, I could have saved Lenin in 1924…
