Oh, the pioneer about the submarine and the crab is ahead!
My young family recently had a son. The child's wheelchair, due to the tightness, was kept in the entrance to the venue. And what, the fifth floor of the five-storey house, especially no one disturb. But I got into that wheelchair whipping the ugly courtyard cat.
Once in the morning I rush to work, I knock the cat at the crime scene.
I catch him. Yes, he, the naked man, did not resist. What to do with him next? I put it in my suitcase, I run to the bus stop, near my job - a well-deserved pinch under the ass. He will hardly find the way back. But it won’t disappear – because it’s wild.
The lunch break. I recall a swirling with a builder, carefully prepared by a young wife... This is what coldness a cat must have in order to hide my lunch in the portfolio darkness and the bus dungeon!!! to