I go on the bus in the morning, I see one house on the bench Hannuriki sitting. A little blue after yesterday.
They laughed all over the street. They tell each other:
Do you remember when we came home drunk yesterday?
Noah and what?
Let’s go on the big ones! Well, sit down, go: I-something, and you right along the road. Between the trucks he lavished, then on a narrow edge, then zigzagged past all the columns along the sidewalk.Then he drove to the calice, tears from the big, could not open the tick and there fell.