I was very unlucky this weekend. I go on my "parquet", I look at the bag. Planning means empty. Big, a dog, would have to go around, but from the side of the car. I miss him between the wheels. I looked in the mirror and the bag did not come out. Stay away. There was a delicious sound of chewing a bag and whistling. I stopped, went to the border to see where you were, fell, wrapped up. On to Cardano! And also how unsuccessful it is, straight at the place of connection with the bridge (there is a 2 cm hole).
Frost, a guy in an asphalt suit erts under the car and matures. The package is not broken. Fuck him, I’ll go to the film service. 3 services on the road can not help. The lift will not withstand the weight...Here with it, I will take off at the country.
The frost strengthens. There is no place to put the car higher. Shake, go in, drink the package – it doesn’t come out. Hi with you, I will film in my favourite service.
2 hours standing in a row, pick up the car, do the diagnosis of the machine (type free today), count 35k for the repair of the suspension, hydroamp; and some other shit.
The bag fell, broke out.