On the weekend, there was a small debris in my apartment. The visible consequences were eliminated by the arrival of the mother. But not about them. Some people now know there is no hot water. And I just couldn’t refuse dear guests to accept the soul. And here, in fact, one of the guests decided to wash the cowards, good, with them were clean.
Washing is washing. And safely forgot them on the tube in the bathroom.
Well, I waited until the cowards were more or less dry, and hid them away from sin, namely in my bag. Even in the bag pre-wrapped and flashed on the bag, of course.
I went into my room yesterday... and I see: the cowards carefully hanged on my chair... I watched... the Fathers of the Holy Fathers, and they are still wiped out!!! to
My grandmother, however, was burning... the attack of nervous laughter in me continued for half an hour.
She didn’t say anything to me!! Probably so that I’t find out that she’s climbing on other people’s bags... And so, I put a silent reproach...
Now I think as if she didn’t drop her mother...
The poor grandmother. Heaven, I invented myself unknowingly what...
I am poor ?