The year 1999.
I bought my son a computer. Sitting at home at the computer. The street teaches bad things.

The year 2009.
What a shit he bought that piece of iron. It is already green. My son would better go for a walk.

2019 year.
I tried to cut the wires. How he does not sleep.

The year 2029.
I want to repress my grandchildren. He is still a virgin.

The year 2039.
Began the shit. He calls himself a veteran. He tells about what a hundred-thousand level and that he is honored and respected. How can you be respected if you left home the last time in 1999.( by

The year 2049.
He was happy and said he was married. Well, we don’t think we’ll see grandchildren anyway.)Well, show your little boy, tell me where you met?! to
and disgrace. Married in a game on some horned elephant. His name is Wolf. > and <

The year 2059.
I bought a time machine on the black market. Back in 1999. I bought a shirt. My husband’s socks.

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