Today I tested the concept of the "star hour".

The TC. The female half fell among the windows, sending us up, where there is food, and promising to be. Leha and I are thinking about the brand, that is, how much we have to do and how to survive. But we are men, we are strong, we can... and so on.
And here from behind there is an uncommonly disgusting voice like this:
I even wanted to go to the cafe, but she didn’t.
Another voice "consoles", that you are not lucky with grandmothers, maybe you will try with men.
And here we felt it. They hugged each other by the waist and turned together as well.
Behind there was something: acne, slightly unwashed, with long fatty hair. And my legs in striped pants are thinner than my hands. Football in the form of a man.
“No, guys, sorry,” we said, trying not to rust, “we will not give him either.
Then they left, proudly whipping their ass.
Of course the cattle. But did not resist.