I went out at night to smoke on the balcony. I look, there is a guy, dressed normally, sort of sober.In his hands he has a snail and a pack of bonds.Even pleased with our youth.
There are three kinds of guys who approach him.They look at him slightly and the following dialogue occurs:
Boy(s) and boyfriend(s)
Q: Boy, what are you fucking?
Q: Why is it right away?
G: You’re going at night time with a sprite and babies cigarettes.
Q: you understand guys, the spray is needed to delay it with Delassy, as the girls with whom we boil in the apartment like, and the bond of the puppy is better than usual, that if the foam falls from it into the bulb, then there will be more time to pick it up.
Gopniks in a strong shower, but make the last attempt to fuck: and that you go, shit?
Q: Yes, I just lost the desire in poker.
A minute of silence.
The boys are theirs and they go.
It is fucking.
c) by Mario