The farms paramedic and polish keeper by unknowing autor translated by Ann Wood

A farmer's paramedic had to go to the city and not close the medical post - he left the polish keeper inside. He returned two hours later and asks:
- Is anyone coming?
- Comes one - cry has constipation! Explain it, I know this constipation I know above the yellow bottle of the castor oil, I used a two-teaspoon of man!
- And what?
"Well, he's gone slowly, then hurried!
- Well, you've done well. Another comes!
- Oh, there's one with a disorder!
- So what?
"Well, I do not understand the rest of you!" I also have two spoons on it!
- And what?
"Well, he was hurrying, and he walked slowly!
- There were more patients!
"Well, one sneezed a lot.
"And you still the same?"
- That I do not understand anything else! I took him two spoons and now see him right there in the corner deca shines, but does he dare to sneeze? ...




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Written on 2019-05-03 at 22:42

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