Yesterday I walked right in the center of the city. And it’s not funny, a healthy man put on full pants. And the thing was so, I walk on the street, I don't touch anyone, and here I wanted to pierce. And on the street, and in the frosty day, God Himself commanded to give copots. And I especially like this matter, to give gas, I am a mastiff in this matter. When I allow gases at my neighbors' house, the air pressure is extinguished.

So, and I decided to run. Pernul, when he pierdled, already realized that he had pierdled his own. I’m standing in my pants and I can’t do anything about it. Gammon himself climbs without even asking me for permission for this process.

I’ve always wondered why when you’re serrating at home, you’re serrating quietly. I squeezed out a gram of a hundred, and the butt once, and cut, then turned the page in the newspaper, ran through the headlines and again the portion of the catch out. When you look at the pants, there is no talk about any portionary calupressure. The ass opens and climbs. And the ass opens so wide that I have the impression that she, without my consent, participates in the competition "cut up a 30-cm-diameter slope and win a mobile phone." I wonder if I have a cell phone in my ass.

I laughed at my spells, seriously. I am standing, sweating, the very center of the city, to the house as to Moscow on my knees. I stand, and I try to find a way out in my head, something to do. Walking for three hours, and this with full cowards shit, this thought cut off immediately. Then, pretended - on the street frost, let me think I will sit on the bench, fucking frozen, and I will then be in the subway, and so I will run to the house. I sat down on the bench and sat in my ass while it was warm. And here's the idea, if the shit in the cowboys freezes, the eggs will also come in a kajak. I even got sick of that thought. He got up. People are walking around me, they see that I am thinking about chatta. I am standing and can’t understand. Then a genius thought came to me. I will go to the entrance now, I will go to the elevator, there the cowards will be removed, the ass with them will be wiped out, and I will go home quickly.

I go to the entrance and call the elevator. I am standing, and fucking already cooling the beginning, the feelings, let’s say directly, are not beautiful. At the entrance I understood another thing, it really smells like unwashed cattle from me, and it smells very strongly. The elevator arrived, I entered, I pressed the button on the fourteenth floor, and with the other hand I stretched out my pants, well, so that time would be enough for the elevator to arrive. The doors began to close and here a cute creation of the female floor enters the elevator. Shame on the writer.

You are on the 14th floor and I am on the 13th.

Well, I’ll walk with you and then go down to the floor. Of course we’re going to eat, I just pressed the button, I thought, sticking my pants.

The elevator went, and I was all, the noise in my head, my back was sweaty, and the shit had completely cooled.

And I think the smell in the elevator started very strongly, because this creature looked at me somehow strangely. And I was freezing, like it should be, I didn't joke in the elevator and it's all here.

And the fucking writer, somewhere on the 10th floor of the elevator made us a great reverence, said goodbye to us, and the light went out. I almost got angry again. The elevator is stuck.

Is the elevator stuck? The girl asked.

I understand that yes, I pretend to be an intellectual. And I think what to do with my shit and my dirty ass. Something must be done.

And then this thief, presses a button, and begins to talk to someone, call the address of the house and ask for help. I imagined that the monters would come, start taking us out of here, asking why it smells so bad, I wanted to fuck even more. It was dark in the elevator, but the eye was shaken. And then I realized that while it was dark in the elevator, it was necessary to quickly take off the pants, then remove the cowards and quietly put them in the corner. And when the lights are turned on, she will see the light out of habit.

I stretch up my pants, scratch things so that even I am scared.

- What are you doing? she asked with a heavy heart.

- Yes, I arrange more comfortably, wait a long time - and I drop my pants myself.

What is that smell? she asked. I really barely cried out that it was I who was cried out on the street and therefore smelled shit sho writer, but I give another:

- Yeah, the bastards are in the elevators, do not breathe - and I have completely removed my pants, I am standing in the elevator in shameless trousers. I thought that the shade would turn on the light, the girl would really give an end to what was seen. I have nothing to do, I continue to work.

The virgin began to swallow her saliva very loudly, apparently she was also scared.

And I scratch things.

I think about myself, like to catch up and quietly remove the cowards. Imagine what the smell would be.

“Man, you don’t hurt me, please don’t touch me,” the girl cried out.

“Well, you know, in my mind, I am the father of two children, I go to a comrade on an important question, how could you think of me like that? – I replied confidently, and I began to loose the cowards from the ass. It smells like it smells like it smells like it smells like it smells like it smells like it. It does not smell like in the toilet, it smells so that the flies still lose consciousness on the flight, then another week in resuscitation. Devacha, too, felt something wrong, began to sneak quietly in the corner.

- Stop you, I will not touch you, I say, and the cowards themselves have already ripped off their ass, and I think, how can they be removed from their feet so as not to fade in shit?

The virgin, in my opinion, has gone by the brains in general, is sitting dumb, sculpting and chatting, probably praying what thread she reads. The coward has lowered his knees.

“A man... a man,” she cried, “please don’t kill you,” and go on so stupid.

- Yes, I need you, I say, with the very problems in the throat, you gave up on me.

I lowered my trousers just below my knees, and I really understand that my pipe is full, my legs in the shit, my ass in the shit and the smell, until my eyes tear.

The virgin, in my opinion, from the smell was finally fucking.

You, you, you are... she’s melting.

"Why do you, you, stand calm, I tell you someone joked, I see I entered, here it smells.

The Virgin sat on the floor of the elevator. I almost lost consciousness from my smell.

But on the other hand, I understand that we cannot delay, either now or never.

Shortly I bended, removing the shorts from one leg. On the floor of the chatt flapped, in my spells it was a coward of cowards. The virgin in the corner is just washing like a cow.

I got caught and removed the cowards from the other leg. I was so relieved, half done. I stand with the cowards in my hand and think in which corner this crap is sitting, well, not to throw a coward on her head, and not to get on her own pants. He listened, ah, he sits opposite, so in the opposite angle you have to aim.

The whole shit went unnoticed. The light turned on and the elevator went.

When my eyes got used to it, I realized that it was not the case with the girl. Her eyes are like fifteen-inch monitors, her mouth is open, her hands are hanging, her mouth is like a fish, shorter, I think, the fuck, the tower is shattered by terror. And here I understood. Picture in the elevator. I stand underneath the belt naked, all in the shirt, in the hands of the coward with the shirt, and I look at the girl. She shortened another five seconds with her mouth and stumbled down on the floor. Everything, I think, was gone, I still lacked the helmet in the lift.

Decided not to waste time, cowardly his ass and his legs wiped out. I wear my trousers and stand as an honest citizen, waiting for my floor. On the floor a girl, probably dead, in the hands of a coward with a man, what I held them I don’t know.

When the elevator arrived, the girl was still alive and lay on the floor. I thought it was awkward to leave her in the elevator in such a state, and I pulled her upstairs. He placed his trousers carefully under his head and ran out of this house.

I can’t understand what [CENSORED] she was so afraid of.

After all, when it smells like a shit in the elevator, it means that someone is crazy, but if it smells like a shit, you can be scared here, they will fuck, although I don't see anything terrible here.

And yet, I squeezed your coat a little, and wiped your leg on it.