"... his wife is driving. They come to their fifth floor, the wife goes home. And he and his friend stay "parking" his ashes...
A friend sits behind the wheel as the least drunk, and twisting the wheels gives back simultaneously by hitting the next-staying bench... The owner of the car begins to get nervous and screaming in his heart. confuses the gas with the brake and crashes into the wall of his five-storey..."

xxx: playa... but do this woman - the war would not be: "baby they are babies", "baby behind the wheel"...

YYY: We, as beings of the higher order, have higher demands.

XXX: What is it?

We are goddesses, we are goddesses!!!We must not confuse the gas with the brake! 😉