I go by bicycle on the trail. A blonde is ahead. Approaching the stop. There is an urna, and a mini-fire begins from an untouched cigarette.
This cute creature grows in a bag and looks at the urn.
Well, I think now there will be water and it will sink.
She gets some aerosol bubble, shakes and let them quench))))))))
Then there was show. The flame of the bowling, the scream of the blonde and the whisper of everyone who has seen this miracle.