In our old age, a princess must be able to save a prince from his horse.
2: What are you for?
My new fan decided to make me a surprise. I arrived on a Sunday afternoon on some sort of broken tarantula with intentions more than pure: to arrange a pleasant day for me, to walk, and so on. But instead, he confused the gas with the brake and ran into the wall of my house. I heard a whistle, I went out, I watched – the tail of the car pulled out of the wall. And I don’t know his car, x his z, who got in there, I carefully ask if everything is okay. Through the boards I hear his sad voice. The car – in the meat, he – no scratches, the wall – so much less, the happiness that there was one wooden with a siding in front of the carrier. I helped him out because of all these boards. Then came the police, firefighters, the evacuator - the neighbor, in whose wall the car went, called. The comrade was absolutely nonsensical, he did not regret the car (the old one was and asked for the garbage), but worried that, I quote: “I planned everything quite differently!” and I walk among all this colour music and chicks, and the old bad song of Malinina in his head revolves: “I wanted to enter the city on a white horse...”:)
2: ))))) Surprise succeeded, cha:) And what about a date?
1: OK, I went to relax on my wheels. And on Tuesday he offered me to live together.
1: And I took the time to think of something that worries me somehow ;-)