Well, once everybody here started to remember how the girls moved to them, I gave my five gold dokins. My girlfriend came to me and began to bring order. I hear from the kitchen:
You are so beautiful, my puppy! Okay go here!
I think the cat is hungry. I watched him quietly on the couch. I drop into the kitchen, and the girl throws into the garbage brought by her mother's bowl, which for two weeks so in the refrigerator stood. I don’t even remember what it was, but the mold on it is really a puffy one that grew up.)
by Zy. Those who write here that it is unbearable to live with a girl, that they are beaten, the brain fucking, and so on. Do not behave like fools dead, respect her, and you will be respected in response. How many examples have I seen when a man is really wrong, but he cries, and makes her guilty. Of course, she will respond. At first, the truth will be difficult if you are accustomed to living alone and do not deny yourself anything. In something you will have to change habits, adapt, well, think that she too lives much more comfortably, she also hurts herself to be with you. Change yourself, and don’t try to change each other.
A hero-e-bar is also good to live, but only as long as you have one sexas in your head, and as you grow up - you want warmth nearby, care. Just somebody is already 20 men, and somebody is 50 boys, whose tail rules a dog.