Six months in a relationship. The girl is cute, calm, such a lamp and home. The case is approaching the rings, but there is one problem: her mother. He opened up, and in no one, “He’s not a pair of you!”
A call this morning:
It is cute! Take me with my mom to my grandmother. My car was blocked and broken. I cannot leave.
Okay, I mean I have to. He took them from the entrance, and heard what he said:
And I say, he’s not a pair for you! This guy happened by chance. and ah!
Further the road through the whole city, as usual, traffic jams, traffic jams behind the wheel, ice and mate do not speak out as ladies in the cabin.
We went to the right courtyard, on the narrow path you have to go to the next house. And on the right is the "pradik" with the driver's door open. The driver is driving, the monsoon is listening. If I close the door, I will pass by calmly. He signed, his hand with the middle finger was pushed out. He was angry and went out. On the other hand, the harry advanced, twice my, wider.
Thank God, I won’t lose my leg. As a fool entered the salon, he knocked on the door. And passed quietly. He stopped near the desired entrance, and the future aunt, already leaving the car, gave:
I seem to be wrong. I’ll see you, and a couple more.
I now feel like I don’t know anything about my foot.