Saint Orlanda: I had a cat on the flies hunted and slept on the window - sunshine, all the things))) I began to turn in a dream and cuddled carefully into my bench with soap water (pedicure).
Sedit tries to get out - the taste of the shampoo is disgusting... It was ripped, blasphemed, bathed, poisoned - and he doesn't know who to offend, the face is lost...