Yesterday my wife sent me to the store for an egg for salad. Walk through the courtyard, wearing semi-season shoes quickly.

Well, I turned to the corner of the house, where the turn, cars in the ice hit, right on the back. The swimsuit and backpack softened the blow, but the ass was attached and the drums shook slightly. I lie down, shrink, think that it's okay, at least two eggs broken, not a dozen.

I see - a couple approaches me, young people, the girl first rushes, and the guy has walked well, see, he is crawling behind her.

I think fucking, and they say that we have a hard people and youth indifferent. He has already fallen to the side, began to get up on his knees, and here the girl runs and:

“Big brother, you can’t smoke?

I cried out:

No, I have given up.

- He dropped it, fucking, it would have been better to throw the bowls away!

The knight bubbles her and the couple goes on.

And you with Christmas, I think, and I continue my way for new eggs.