xxx: told by a bank employee.

She came to them madam of deep retirement age and stated that she would file for them in court.

It turns out, after hearing in the media about the abductions from plastic cards, she didn’t come up with anything better than to make a hole in the corner of the card and put a strong thread into it. You wear your medal on your chest. Everything would be nothing, but she decided to get the money without taking it off her neck. The ATM pulled her card, and the grandmother stepped her nose into the screen. The keyboard is not visible, began to enter the PIN code on the touch. The first attempt... - the code is wrong, the second attempt... - the same. The line at the ATM offers help and asks to name the PIN code out loud. But not! “Don’t tell anyone...not even a bank employee! I am myself!” The third attempt failed again. And when this happens, in the ATM such a card is pulled even deeper into a separate compartment. She began to press her neck. Nite is strong. Those around them have neither scissors nor a knife... Fortunately, one man was not confused and knocked away his grandmother in the mess.



Fuck you are the master of unexpected endings!

Created in Cyberpunk 2077 a girl with a member, anticipating how many funny situations can be

Conclusion: It is never mentioned. Moreover, in bed scenes fuck me :(



YYY: And in the game?

Workers usually retire a little earlier - due to disability.

The Introvert. I am often tired of people, and I need time to be alone. I started dating a girl. After some time, they began to live together in a single-room apartment (until the finances do not allow more). I came home and there was a surprise. The girl made a cozy room from the warehouse for a few days so that I could be alone for a while, even when she was home. I think I will soon get married.

Diaspora - in translation from the ancient Greek, "sophisticated, little useful skilled, not recognizing local laws and sharply imposing their primitive customs on the local population, longing for their historical homeland in the economic ass, but preferring to do it from a distance." Why is the ancient Greek language still laconic and emoticon...

In the glorious ancient prehistoric times, or more precisely in 2017, my husband and I traveled by bicycle through Andalusia (for LL - the area in Spain).

And here, in the area of Gibraltar, we are twisting on a not very steep, but very long rise, (this is also called a "pull", either because it stretches for a long time, or because it pulls all the veins out of you). The air temperature (which is important) is slightly below +30C.

We meet an old man, too. He stopped, began to say something, to move his hands. It points to my chest, it hugs itself by the shoulders and depicts that it trembles. My husband and I are building versions, one of which is sloppy, the other is rugged. The old man shrugged his hand, pulled out the bag, broke it into two pieces, one gave to his husband, the other to me. And it shows that, he says, we need to get underneath the moths. Thirty on the street, remember?) is

Well, they didn’t argue, he went away, took the bags, gave him a bag with a mattress – we always buy on trips. We went to the top and there was a wind! As it turned out later, in Gibraltar some hellish rose of winds, and cyclists try to avoid this place. And here began a long long descent... In my ears whispered, my fingers were fastened to the brake, and only the bag under the trunk saved me from blowing through.

Forgive me, my dear grandfather, for thinking bad about you.)