Did I not tell you how you bought your skies?
It was a complete shit. Because he decided to buy them not in the city-millionaire of Omsk, but in the surrogat, because there was a discount. Hearing that we were heading north, all our brains were fucking forced to pursue them. My heart was choked on my mom’s car.
- We arrived there, for an hour and a half chased the consultant because you could not decide what to take on skies (fixings, hoodies, shoes). Then I gave the consultant a phone, another half an hour, and it seemed like the matter was in the hat. But!
- They paid with a mother’s card (he threw a babos there). Just out of the store, Vasa calls. That kind of shit didn’t take the clothes. I sent him naked and left. It was no longer possible to surrender without mommy.
Then he went north.
I went to the store with my mom. Changed the skies. But he did not forget them.
And now on.
- Mamma wondered that his skies were there, she decided to pass on.
What if no one is chasing?
A foolish answer. With acquaintances to the prison, and from here I take them to Omsk on the car
- The guy, although my acquaintance, the ppc sly, learned the option, came up with no less astute plan.
"Tomorrow, in order to pick them up, I will have to take them off from work, go outside the city, move to the man, go to the hundred with him, get his car there, roll on it without insurance back out of the city, and finally take the skies.
The winter has already passed to the whales.
Skiing in the cities