I’m the only one sitting there listening brutally when the whole bus of idiots is listening to babie radio; the only one who has not done so, the only one who is not afraid of anything, who has not prepared and has given up and other variations on these topics. It is just annoying how people praise themselves and think of themselves as unicomies, and the puzzle is one - all pooher. Everyone’s playing on the radio that a man plays in the bus and what a blonde plays in the player. There are millions of girls in the world who listen to the myth, and everyone understands it. To whom do you write ballads about yourself? Sorry, they are annoying like that. In the kitchen, tell new acquaintances about yourself and show them everything.