On the potato

In the early 80s, students were working on a potato farm near Mozhaysk, everything as usual. But since the Philology Faculty is predominantly female, the work brigades were formed like this: 9-10 girls and one guy — to haul the baskets, sacks, and so on.

So, there was this one guy there, I don't remember his name, but a real joker.

And one morning, after a particularly wild night, he just collapsed near the field on some sacks and slept, while the girls from his group, feeling sorry for him, hauled the baskets themselves and didn't wake the guy. But then a local farm woman started getting worked up.

— You, the woman started yelling, you've just sprawled out here, aren't you ashamed, the girls are slaving away over there, and you're here snoring…

Well,

she went on and on, in short. And the guy says to her, very phlegmatically:

— Yeah, fuck off!

At that, the woman turned completely purple, even started spraying saliva:

— You good-for-nothing, you're probably a Komsomol member! A damn student! Well, I'm going to tell all your superiors, your commissar! What's your last name!?

And the guy calmly replies to her:

— PENIS. Penis, he says, is my last name, go on, tell them!

And what do you think? The woman was simple, she marched off to the Student Construction Brigade headquarters. There she finds the commissar, and the following dialogue takes place between them:

W (shouting): — You, commissar! Sitting here, writing papers! But your Penis isn't working!!!

C (surprised): — Why isn't my penis working?

W: — Just like that! The girls are slaving away this way and that, and your Penis is just lying there, and he doesn't care!

C: — And how do you know?

W: — I see it, I see it with my own eyes! For that, he should be expelled from the Komsomol!! I'll write to your dean's office!

C: No, no, I'll deal with the penis myself.

W: — Deal with it, deal with it! Deal with it at a meeting, or draw it in the wall newspaper! Or I'll tear his head off.

Curtain.