We went with M.I. on a spidway (not yet met, you can say, practically - the first date).He bought me ice cream (lapham).Well, you know, a rozhok like this....It was hot on the street, something straight OOO very hot! In general, I didn’t have time to eat the ice cream, it stood apart and from one of my uncomfortable movements what was left in the cork (because it wasn’t ice cream) began to fall down a row below us...What was my horror, when I realized that it was flying right onto the baldness of a healthy ambal, in which, besides everything else, the whole body was filled with tattoos.And next to him two other such facturing comrades...In general, I shut my eyes...And hoping that my MS was already far from here...women, Avrodede, you can’t do it!
And when 30 seconds later nothing happened... Opening my eyes - I saw my ice cream lying under the place of this duck, and he had a white thin strip from my ice cream on his back all over the T-shirt... I understood what, cape, what kind of farta was born!!!! to
It was only then that I looked at the MCH...I think he, in fact, forgot how to breathe))