I have a friend artist. I haven’t seen him for a long time, and since then he has had a lot of fun. He went to him, and he tries to call the customer, at whom the wall was painted. The man pays a lot, but he often doesn’t take the phone, he doesn’t call again, he tricks a lot wrong and his teeth talk.
Well, I look at him, as he whispers around the room with the phone and hears the clutches, decided to ask:
Do girls like your tattoos?
I like my big x girls. Hello to you, Ivanovich. Sorry, I am not you. Oh... I am very happy. Of course thanks. So you liked it...? of AAAA. Okay, well, until we meet...
I: Well what did he say?
He also has a big O.O.
I am M. And the roses?
He says, come, I’ll pay more than I agreed. He had never seen the wall.
Say, the size does not matter.