she: Imagine yesterday on the day of the city was walking, I drank a little bit I go like this... I had to cross the road, I started to cross the road and my phone fell and flew around the asphalt... I let go to collect...
He: You need to be more precise, what, and suddenly the car?
Not a car, but a motorcycle.
What is a motorcycle?
she: almost broke down, bad even if the DPS car was nearby...Such dwarfs need to be caught and picked up by their motorcycles, or they themselves break down and people are shot down.I would kill the shit, I was so scared...
He: Okay, well... what are the mentions behind him?
She: Yes, two cars, you imagine, I was so pleased that for me)))
What time was it? what time was it? what time was it? what time was it?
She: Well, somewhere so...
He: And the motorcycle was blue, beautiful all? and it was on Leningrad Street, right?
She: Yes, you were not far away, have you seen it too? why didn’t you call?
Q: Do you talk about two cars?
What are you talking about, two cars?
He: Alaska, you are a curvy-legged man, you will buy me curtains and paint the curtains...If you don’t know where you can cross the road and where you don’t, ask your parents!
She: Smoke, what are you doing?
Has the phone not broken?
She: Well no, somewhere...
Go on to the fucking...
He: As if...