The girls are clear. There is something in their brains that can’t be repaired.
We had an air show here.
While we were driving from one end of the city to another, we argued how we would be better to get to the airport... through the commercial zone, or on the track.
In general, my friend assured me that she says she knows the short road.. and generally through the peaceful (on the road) there are traffic jams.
We drove... not much of the fact that we drove on the dead road of extra 25 kilometers, so entered the traffic jams for an hour and a half, in the end, clinged to gaiters, which did not let anyone and proposed to walk 5 kilometers... the time spent on the way there was almost 3m hours.
Pushed up we went back.. a friend said to turn somewhere (I am not oriented in those places).. and.................. in 5 minutes we were in the city. To the question - which own shit we did not go immediately on this road was given an exhaustive answer.
Yes well. I didn’t want to drive on her.

The shit.