xxx: With the tag #culstory. In a familiar acquaintance, living on the mansion floor, at night the unknown rumbled and feasibly fell on the roof. And in the morning, after breaking out breakfast, a pudding rope rolled into the window on a rope.
Following this, the Tajiks called on the door with the words "Not Rujisa, Nasalnikye, Seshasa vs. Okinawa". The fact that the glass was customized and cost like the annual salary of all Tajiks on the roof is blurred with what was revealed later.
X: It turned out that they were equipped with brakes and sent to the roof to clean the ice, but it seemed long and, I quote, “ineffective.” So they decided, again I quote, the process was "realised", found a giraffe and began to mow the ice on it.
XHH: The idea they liked so much that they decided to drop the puddles too, but did not calculate the smallest. The curtain.