It doesn’t matter which leg you stand on. Not in shit.

Well, the quarantine on Christmas the Germans will somehow tolerate, but on Kurban-Bayram they can rebell.

Mom travels to work on a white Taurage and regularly meets a woman on a black Taurage along the way. After a couple of weeks of such meetings, they began to signal each other, as a greeting, and skip each other.

But here, my mother went on a week trip. When she returned and went to work, she saw a familiar black Taurug. They were compared on the light and here a woman looks out of the black car window:

Hello to you! You are where? I thought you had a crown!