How uncomfortable coincidences are.
Do you remember my neighbors? Alcoholics from a single woman, prostitutes from 51 and drug addicts on the other hand?
WOW : well?
I’m going to a concert this Saturday, all at the parade, white rouge, black arrow, all in crosses and turtles, beauty in general. There is a bell at the door. I went to open, and in the forebod, the painting with oil: the knee for the seventh day in the shower, the appearance corresponds, Alla without a wig, but in socks and underwear, Losha shakes like a dude and turns with pupils rented from the philine. We open the door, there two grandmothers, and immediately recitative: "Say-a-you-believe-in-God-give-we-teach-how-need". Well, I look at our wonderful company and ask: "What do you think?"