On the third of January, at five in the morning, I went for a walk with my dog. I took a brandy with me. When he was fucking, he fucked the dog. He ran around all the courtyards, trembled, freezed, his throat was cold - so he spoke. The oral was sent by ten people who woke up. What to do? I have a full-length dog photo on my phone. I decided to print and hang the ads around the area. I remembered that the cartridge was sitting at home, called a friend, was first sent again, but then agreed, came, we broke the ad, printed thirty pieces. I, a friend, his wife, his mother, and their dog fell out on the street, wandered, walked through the courtyards, scattered the ads on the Scotch, wandered out of sorrow and went to them for breakfast. While breakfast suddenly remembered that the ad indicated not a mobile phone, but a home phone, I broke first the area from the hand to the mobile phone on the sheets to post, and then home. I come, and this cock is sitting in the apartment in front of the dairy with such eyes 0_0 I turned out to have taken the guide, cognac taken, and his home forgot...