1: The pattern did not break, but the sense of justice began to rub into the seams:
Yesterday I tried to park near the office of the office where I came. There are no places and are not foreseeable. Which seemed to get into the courtyards (already quite far from the place) and found the perfect place near the gates, which, judging by the fact that they grew in the ice, did not open all winter. Standing up in front of them, I go out and hold my nose to the ad "parking at the gate is allowed only to bright representatives of sexual minorities". As a result, I was like parking a car elsewhere, spending five minutes on the exercise exactly (going out the same amount). And here completely quietly at the gate is parked WV JUKE and from it, throwing a superstitious look at the tablet, came out the body of a male in a pink shirt, wrist gloves (on top of some dress, what), loins and with a bag. Give up!
Didn't you think he left this place specifically for himself?
Here is the Pidor!
2 to the point.