The scandal started not even because of the fact that a minute of calling from the home phone to our mobile phone is crazyly expensive, and that the wife called a friend and has been shaking with her for five hours about all kinds of stuff, and that, fucking, TRISTA MINUT (at my salary)!!! The scandal began not because it closed in the hall, but there we had a TV, books, a computer, and I had to learn by the mouth the magazine "Beekeeping" fifteen years ago, somehow rolled in the warehouse, as well as the composition of cheese cheeses, half-bottled sausages, tomato sauce and peelings from the refrigerator, well, and at the same time the dishwasher, Ariel washing powder and a bottle of air refresher. And the scandal began because of the fact that, when I already started to rhyme the rules of storage of frozen seafood with a jam, crawling on the edge of the twist of the jaw, through the door to the hall suddenly heard a voice of my wife: "M-a-a-sh, listen, and we are all on the phone and on the phone, right? Let me go down to you and we’ll talk again, okay?” What is O-O-O-O??? M-A-A-A-A-A-A???! to
The neighbor on the floor below-e-e-yeyeyee???? to