And such piddles I shoot from the balcony of the second floor from the air into my ass. At the same time, I dress in a shamanic suit (caught from Africa). I don’t hide at all, on the contrary, I make wild screams at a successful hit. I pull a shamanic rod and go around on the balcony. The whole world knows and fears me. The local spana tried to take revenge, and I pulled out of my pocket a bunch of all kinds of garbage (coins, tickets, dirools, lighters) and scattered it into pieces and crashed on the heads of the unbelievers. One fool ran around looking at me and fucked up into the wall of the iron garage. They say the jaw was broken. After that, I was completely demonic. The rest of the shobla suddenly shattered and made such legs... scratched so that the stomach became sick. To consolidate success, I sometimes go out for a walk with my healthy cat on my shoulders. The cat is scared, he is scary at my neck, and these bites think he is cursing them. And also painted with a marker on the entrance door a kind of African-style crawl. And he did this in the afternoon in the same shamanic suit, and a friend asked to stand next to him and beat the drum. All fucking, I am a finite crazy in the eyes of the whole courtyard, but there is silence and tranquility. Cats walk freely. And it is harmful to throw on the knife, it is sharp. Read Zeland, it is useful as garlic.