xxx: Listen, we ate the petals yesterday, share what they are called. Liked the clever.
YYY is home.
XXX is Nihua. I ate your house, fucking sad. Once upon a time where he wore.
YYY: I did it myself, I have a form.
XXX: Do you want to? Did we try something for breakfast?
Yyy: Yes, no, the week to do the evening to do the nephig was, I glued the floor of the freezer of peelings and chopsticks, swallow slowly, not every day for cooking time is, and from the store sick.
Anyone who wants to marry you!
YYY: Well, first, they will get married, secondly, there is no such... Now it’s fashionable for clubs to hang out.
XXX is no. To get married, my friend, is to get married. Dish yourself - you live alone, cook, wash dishes, wash, smooth, clean up, do not go to clubs, do not be jealous of grandmothers, earn good for Tula, support the conversation, drink beer for the company. The ideal wife. Fuck the others.
YYY: The frog!