I hate, I hate it. I hate toys. I hate.
WOW: What is that?
I went to her today, she had no one at home...sitting on the floor, watching a movie. Everything, romantic, I start kissing her, in a thrill of passion we roll on the carpet. And... I, an idiot, touch with my hand a healthy railway station from the designer of her younger brother (10 years old), at one of the buildings a bearing column falls off... my, with square eyes, the expression of complete horror on the face: “Blyin, he is killing me!“He goes up and starts collecting details.
After half an hour, it became clear that the nicherta would not come out, we are looking for instructions.
In general, as long as we did the instructions, as long as we restored this foolish station, her parents came!!! to