I don’t like washing, nothing to me.
His wife was taught the technique of driving.
I say, before a long trip, don't let go, but die with a speck of oil. It’s a matter of two seconds, but God takes care.

And then they gathered in the country, and my friends at the entrance see this picture - the wife goes out to the car (for some reason she was driving that day), raises the cap, touch once, and I am like that - and when did you change the oil? I forgot the sky. Everything is black.

P&Q and Z. Now the guys with her respectfully advise - Khush, and what oil are you flying, semi-synthetic?