In the forum the topic about women's shooting of men in men's toilets:
and youth:
I painted another picture:
We are, therefore, sitting with my future chosen one on neighboring thrones somewhere in the high-spiritual establishment of the al-la theatre. As far as we can. By smell or by sounds, I decide that the neighbor is clearly suitable for my breeding and I decide to please him with my phone number, for which I pull out a sheet from a notebook for recording males, draw hearts there and write properly promised numbers. Then I squeam the sheet in a slit under the wall that separates our cabinets. A rough man’s voice is heard – “Thank you, friend!” and with gratitude he wipes his ass with this piece of paper.