We are standing near the injury, waiting for our hockey player, bringing a woman. We ask what is there? I said my husband struck. A fracture of the nose, something with facial bones and so on. We think, well, the beast of the fox.
A man comes, well, a big one, asks like a wife, runs there and there, worries. We have him, well, you and the goat, can you write the puddle straight out? He said, not as it was. I go home, it is dark in the entrance, I think that the dams have been turned for the shit, someone is jumping out because of the turn and sparkle, I speak on reflexes, Ms. Mc on boxing and fucking. Who knew that this woman saw him around the corner of the house and decided to scare him. A guy under 100 kg, MS MC in boxing... Scare, Karl! Pizzas, what is in her head?