<xxx> I live in New York. P.S. I watched the picture. A tractor cleansed the road. It cleans itself, slowly, right. I am standing at the stop. I hear the whispering pepper. I turned around, and there this machina drove into the cruiser, which was slowly in the hole. Here is this dialogue:
Fuck... what to do?
A lot of snow is now transferred here, promptly, gentlemen, promptly.
I wanted to wait until the owner of the car came... He would have them as quickly as his cruiser probably. xDDD