They sat down, drank and the guy I knew cried that for a year his girlfriend has been driving his nose, holding in a friendzone. Of course, he himself chews sophie and is not alphach at all, does not drink. He runs around, hears crying about the goats who haunted and dropped the queen, learned to cook desserts, takes the ready-made from the bars at 2 p.m., kills the apartment after the maid with the call of Watson everywhere... the full program is shorter. Her cell phone calls and her number. We say, type, tell her to come to you to fuck or she will forget the number. Put the phone. He said, “You can’t fuck her today. She has these days. I bought her clothes yesterday.”