We recently sat on a pair, discussing with a board of shipping chefs. Well, the old mother is a burned captain, and says that he has long not taken young women, but only adults and even old women.
He told me that he had a very clever, almost retirement grandmother who had previously worked in a restaurant. Speaking cooked offgenically, and in his absence replaced the starpom, so built the crew ;)))

This is a lyrical retreat, the bike was not from the lecturer, but from the back of my neighbor with 16 navigations behind his shoulders. Further from his words.

Once before one of the flights a question arose about the cook. The captain gathered the crew and asked, “Well, we’re going to take to fuck or to bread?” and the team of the choir said, “Fuck, fuck!”Okay, we’ve got a young...

A year has passed and navigation has gone away. The captain again gathers the team with the same question: "Well, let’s fuck or bake?" The team with even greater enthusiasm: "BAD, BAD!!!" and