I almost got "inherited" a mocking shell, which was tearfully blotted "to take for a couple of weeks." I don’t especially like cats, but for a couple of weeks, a supposedly educated cat... Okay, let it live, it won’t go away from me in a couple of weeks! The harvest and sorter were promised to be given with the cat.



Going to me, the cat immediately got a bullshit from a powerful dog-killer of the remarkable German Daxshund breed and for the first couple of days moved exclusively under the ceiling.

On the first night, the swallowed monster sat on the refrigerator and apparently trained in vocal data for the spring chase. Melodically so, with different voices and tonalities.

As she stuck, the killer dog, beaten by these screams, broke up and went to check whether the cat broke the ground perimeter. I stumbled onto the cat with tapes, but the sparkly animal handled and knocked his eyes, cried.

So the week passed, for which the cat got pursued by the "Dirty Cat Moussa" (it was originally somewhat cunningly called, such as "Queen of Milena Bagira", or something like this hunky, did not remember), learned to skillfully bypass the dog seats, and steal me, for the purpose of giving her to eat (it had to buy her a bag of food and put a bowl on the window, because the dog, seeing the unnecessity in the form of a roaring cat, rushed to give her puzzles, and eat it all, although the dog did not recognize the dry hunky before the monster appeared in the house at all).

By the end of the second week, the ugly cat Musya skillfully robbed the dog’s bowl for the subject of the nuts and amused the dog with a piece of something in its teeth when it burned it for this action. During the day I stumbled into the closet, and at night silently stumbled past the dog guarding my couch and stumbled on me for the purpose of scratching my naked mocked rod or stomach, ticking my harry in the hand, and ticking like a tank diesel.

The whole house began to be covered with a cloth, which I and Matthew killed in the morning with a clothes roll.



By the end of the third week, I called the owners of the mocked creature, with the well-known question "when you will take your monster," and I was answered that they were fucking to Thailand type for a year, and the cat can be thrown off, you can right from the balcony, if she was so fucking me.

Having told the ex-masters that they were rare pydoras and greatly surprised me with their behavior (I know these people a long time ago, never noticed such a shit, and here on you...), hanged the telephone, and began to think what to do with happiness, which was already so upset that ignored the dog, turned in his legs, cried and demanded to eat.

...

In short, the ugly cat Musya lives with me for the sixth year, has eaten up to the size of a small straw, and judging by its naked rose, is quite happy.

XXX: The girl Zhenya found a flower-semi-flower. Standing and thinking:

Damn to guess that? My friends at the disco.

They walk, they kiss guys, and I sit like a fool and I suffer.”

He breaks the first leaflet and says, “I want to be spit.

The beginning! “” Well, let her spit, so that she is all yours,

He pulled the second and said, “Now I want to stop spitting.”

It passes a day or two, it is boring for a girl to live without adventures, the third leapest

She rattles and says, “Now let me not be cuddled as a child.”

Let’s make her cabbage, cabbage-cabbage, until she’s all green. Destroyed

The next one says, “Everything in nature. It is good to cuddle me...”

Then the fifth or sixth leaflet also went away. The last one remains,

She looks at him and thinks, “Hey fucking, I’m 16 years old and I’m a niqab.

I haven’t done anything good in this life. No, we will fix it.

in a moment.” Here her gaze fell on the boy Vitu, who was walking on the cradle,

The husband’s face was immediately clear. She dropped the last leaflet.

And, as he says, “Now let Vituo dish not be childish.”

I go to work at night, the subway is almost empty, bombs occupy their positions in warm transitions. Behind me is a girl, sitting in front of a typical old man of the station.

I pass by, I hear a scream: “Girl, girl! “Your rope is loosed.”

I turn around, I see Fifa, who with disgust turned away and goes on. He walks 10 meters and falls.

Sometimes it’s worth listening to what you’re being told and not thinking you’re smarter.

Looking around, he sits and smiles ?

These are birds from the north to the south, and women from the poor to the rich.

How beautiful she was! Not only beautiful, but also fast. In general, in her drive she was enchanting. At the same time, it is unattainable and cold. Sasha lost her head when she saw her run into the cabin of the plane.
To be honest, Sasha lost his mind from the fact that his arrival in the city of Kostanay was under threat. In order to save time, he agreed to fly from Almaty to Kostanay with a transfer in Astana. And now the second part of the route was in danger of collapse. The entire plane obediently waited for the windy girl, with the status of "do not touch her" who was delayed on the road.
She was taken to the staircase, and she ran to her place with her heels, squeezing between two businessmen, Vova and Sasha.
Sasha appreciated the girl, and the coldness of the look, and deliberate negligence, and pointlessness. He wanted to play.
Waiting for the moment when the plane began to increase speed for take-off, and the girl settled comfortably in the chair, he gently asked:
Girl, where are you flying?
The girl turned on the "surprised eyebrows" mode, added in the view of the echidist, in the voice of sarcasm and asked in response:
And you?
Sasha was ready for the question. He also sat comfortably in the chair. He looked carefully at the girl and said:
I am in Kostanay. Here is the ticket!
The final destination was actually indicated on the ticket. After reading this, the girl became nervous. had to pursue. And Sasha spoke to the silent Volod before this:
- Young man, can I see your ticket? Are you in Costa Rica too?
Vova obediently demonstrated the ticket.
You can’t imagine how fast beautiful girls are. What a good reaction and physical preparation of the boarders pulling the girl away from the outlet.
In Astana, Sasha arrived with a glued patch of faciality.

Author: Sergey Seregin

This was the year of the rat.
Sitting in the Norse.
They carried food home, and there they bite it.
When they saw a man, they hid.
transferred the infection.