This is:
Third day of flight. Without breaking away from the steering wheel, I write a text message to the girl - I'm bored, the car shakes, the letters on the sensor get labor, in general, it turns out to be a lie, for which the phone offers a replacement - "sex".on the move, he is in the topic)

And then melt on YouTube a bunch of clips, as the fur in the folds spread the opposing cars! The idiot...