Once such a drunk, not entirely, but about the lighthouse.
I ride to my sister in Kharkov once a year. There is a small company gathering in which my old friend with whom I studied together. He maneuvered at the knives before, now sits on the onion. On the walk also two pieces of folders (one I could barely stretch, although not offended by force). But knives are a diagnosis. In general, we sit, the forest garden, the weekend, mangal, beer, we are two men and three women. There was a rookie girl, six. Something began to collapse. The connection came quickly.
Do you have a tail? What is it without a tail?
The acquaintance stands up from the barrel and from behind the back from under the balacon gets the TESAK which the Catacans would not shame.
No, we don’t need a tail.
And one movement cuts a branch of thickness from the hand at the dried akacia.
In general, they also didn’t need a tail, and so the branch attacked.