An hour of frank whining and sarcasm about growing up, migration and friendship with psychotherapy against the background of domestic disasters and cat dramas. The author deftly balances between complaints about lost social capital and irony over his own crises, not forgetting about jokes about pussy - experienced comedians are not known to survive without them. In general, this is not about a perfect evening, but about the eternal feeling that you are somewhere between a bathhouse, a divorce and a microwave, trying to figure out what it's all for.
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