XXX: Give her her number
YYY: No
XXX: Don’t go after me!
yyy: brother, this is a forever roaring blonde with 5 size, a small dog, constant nightclub cards, expensive pieces and cooking behavior.
yyy: she easily builds the forty-year-old deer of her office, drinks the whisker, with me passed the test on Aikyu on 144, listening to rock, 2 tattoos in Sanskrit, spends the evenings with proger in the pubs, on the day of our acquaintance she drew me a work scheme of the application of the servacle, passed the stalker on the tachpad, and the dogs before there were two - Java and Piton, and since the cobbler always had a second saucer, gave him and only a small moving dog remained.
XXX is fuck! I still got the fifth size in the first phrase and still cooking. After the second - dumb in the Zags to pull
Yyy: Brother, now you understand the truth why I don’t give her number.