On the road a piece of a buffer with the front number broke off, so so that the backscores did not stop often we wrapped the rear number to the mouth.
On the road in Basilica:
Where is the back number?
Dad: Well, the front departed, removed from the back and twisted to the mouth.
A: Where is the back?
Father: in front
Mente: I understand it! Where is the back?
Dad: He was put on the front because the front collapsed.
Fuck, where is the back?? to
I am AAAA!! Comrade the policeman, here he is!! The back is lost!! to
The Mente: Aaa So would they say. Is your front wire curved?
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