The eternal dispute of the logic of male and female.We sit, we talk peacefully, I and the girl.In the process there is a brief dialogue, which also broke me.
I've seen how many times that the girl can't walk on her heels, but she can't walk on her heels, but on the half-clogged one fig is melting somewhere.

Well, for you, men, we try.On high heels, the legs seem longer and the feet smaller.

I (I’m already starting to roast, drawing a picture in my imagination) — all right, I saw long legs with visually small feet, brought the owner home, in the process of intimate acquaintance I threw those legs on my shoulders, already without shoes... and with wild cries "no hassles!!!!Q&A: I got out of bed.