XXX: That was nonsense, it was a more obscene case.
XXX with my wife.
XXX: I work somehow, nothing predicts trouble
xxx: there is a phone call, and on the other side is wild hysteria, crying... tears.
XXX: I call, I call and I call. So once 10
xxx: called, in response: we are getting divorced. I am (in confusion) from the fucking?
Wife: You brought a blonde home and betrayed me with her
X: Do you have such guesses? (I have never changed my wife)
Wife: I found a long white hair on your trousers on the loggia
XXX: I: in the wilderness: and what? The wind could take from the neighbors, and not much more. I go.
XXX: Coming, reassuring... I look at the thing-doc
xxx: and this is a crazy pack, which a whole bunch on the occasion of the repair lay on the loggia. From the wind, the fiber picked up and clung to the cowboys who dried up.
That’s what it’s like, baby!