using some phrases It was two years ago. Igor worked at the local cemetery digging graves. That day he got a tall order: the whole family, six people, had died from carbon monoxide poison. He had to pull an all-nighter to have dug six graves by next morning. It got darkened. There was a couple at the cemetery. The girl had purple hairs and pierced nose and both of her lips. The appearance was all the rage among young ladies those days. The guy wore the leather jacket. When Igor saw them they were making out. Then the guy started undressing his girlfriend. Perhaps he was a bit out of practice and couldn’t handle with her bra. Igor stared from the grave. He was eager. Time went on but boobs weren’t appearing. Eventually Igor couldn’t bear it and getting out from the pit shouted “Get out the way! Let me pitch in!”. What a wise guy! As a result everything he saw that night was no female breast but the crying girl and the shitted himself guy. It took another couple hours to calm them down, so the rest of the night he had to burn the midnight oil to finish his work on time.