Q: So what did you do with Stas?
and the bigogams. Your husband is a rare child!
He says you are a fool! What was?
I am a fool, I understand. But! Your husband came to me today for a steamer. I just cooked a young potato. Well, he asked, said, how I cleaned her, because he struck a knife. I honestly told you that I am taking a metal GUBKU for iron bins and her trout - quickly and safely. All of. He took the steam and dropped it. But you explain to him that the cartridge brush (which you have in my garage at 15 years old wounded, the wooden pen and the metal worship) is not a metal sprinkle sponge and these things are not interchangeable. How many times did he clean the potatoes before he went to bandage his hands? 😉
Sorry brother, you are the best in the world. Stallion still blows on you.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah We decide. I just don’t understand how a man could be born into a family of engineers, a man who at 30 is characterized by the absolute absence of a concept in technology.)
HH: He loves me! All of. I kissed. I am going to break the poor girl.