Southwest, a friend yesterday committed an accident on his maze.

Five hours were decorated, hemorrhoids with scraps, but what was then ripened, such a national composition, no, electricity in Moscow.

Rebuilt almost without looking, cut infinity, driving Armyn ("no-working moscovite" no other...)
An Armenian on infinity flies to meet, jumps on Uzbekistan on jigol "five"
“Five” attacked the Icarus 261st route, behind the wheel, we find out – TAJIK!
The Armenian, meanwhile, picks further and stops down the almer, which runs - we all hold on! A citizen of Afghanistan.

My friend is Russian. The menta came, thanks the eggs, the Russians. He says to them:
In that car that I had to rebuild, I was going to be a Georgian sitting!

(Who is on the road patrol today)