My wife burned:
In short, my boyfriend works in a barbecue barbecue near which the prostitutes are forever stuck. When we forgot about it, we went out to smoke. The nine comes in, the mouth of the dwarf rises from the downed shaded window, all in anticipation and asks: how much? Well, a friend, in full confidence that the question about the chicken, answers: whole 300, half 150.
I’ve never seen such dull eyes before.