Telefon.

Dzvonytʹ telefon, i sluzhytʹ duzhe molodyy i krasyvyy sekretar:

Pryvit, khto tse?

-Pryvit Linda, ye khlopetsʹ?

Tak Hospody, i ya yoho duzhe lyublyu, i khto ty?

-Te Vyyavlenyy, ya tviy brat, i ya vzhe skazhu moyemu tatovi.

Ty durnyy, durnyy, hrubykh, tvaryn.

Cherez deyakyy chas telefon dzvonytʹ znovu, i duzhe molodyy, i Precious sekretarya NATO:

Pryvit, khto tse?

-Pryvit Linda, ye khlopetsʹ?

Ni, ser, ne vsi, a khto ne Vy?

-i Am vash Zhenykha, Wretched. Yak tse, shcho vy ne ye khlopetsʹ? Ty zhartuyesh, chy shcho?

Na zhalʹ, lyubov moya, ale miy brat podzvonyv meni, i ya pozhartuvala. Vy dobre znayete, shcho ya lyublyu.

-i Am takozh pozhartuvaty, ya vash Batʹko. Vony pokaraly po 2 tyzhni. Ni televizora.

Prymitka: budʹ laska, vy mozhete nadislaty vashi zharty, abo zharty, shchob rozdilyty elektronnu poshtu:
Amedrondon@gmail.com Dyakuyu.
YA budu povazhaty im'ya zharty, i, budʹ laska, meni postavyly krayinu pokhodzhennya. Dyakuyu.