111: Throw, I walk on the street, I don’t touch anyone, I chew the bread with the puddles, they catch up with two outdated puddles and so caring for me: “Girl, sweet, what do you press in the dryhouse, nate – sing, and a batle of vodka stretches me. I have 0_o, I have it on the machine: "Boys, I don’t drink vodka, especially with bread". And then you come to our house, here in that house. We have patties there, there is beer, there is snack. The curtain.
222: ))) and you complained that men have no imagination and all want only one!!! to