The incident occurred at a meeting in Peter. I return home on Sunday at 12 a.m. after the global night Seychelles, but quite alive. Here to meet me a girl sails out of the room in a shaken form. Next is the following dialogue, after which I noticed this girl:
I: Good morning
The girl wavered in response and went on to swim... And here I wanted to waver :)
Well, I didn’t sleep all night too... In response, a pronounced gesture with the middle finger.
I: And I wore...
Here the girl turns around and pronounces the gyneal phrase: "I am a girl, I can look like a tractor in the morning."
I have been crawling away from the wall for a long time.
c) LiaR