This is Madame:
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Yesterday, at five in the morning, I went for a walk with my dog. I took a brandy with me. As long as I whipped, prob@la the dog!!! They rounded all the courtyards. I trembled!! It is frozen!! My throat was cold. While she wept, she was sent to hell once by the ten people who woke up. What to do? And I have a full-length dog photo on my phone. I decided to print and hang the ads around the area. I remembered that the cartridge was sitting at home, called a friend. It was first sent there, but then agreed!!! We came, we broke the advertisement, we printed thirty pieces. Me, her friend, her husband and their dog fell out on the street. Even more, they walked through the courtyards, scattered ads on Scotch, still bounced with sorrow and went to them for breakfast. While eating breakfast, they remembered that the advertisement did not indicate a mobile phone, but a home phone. I broke first through the area from the hand to write the number on the sheets, and then home...I come, and this shit sits in the apartment in front of the door with eyes like dishes. I, it turns out, took the guide, took the cognac, and forgot his home!! to
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Shob you to squeeze the craving, and your busty husband struck the toilet with nails. Alcatraz is fucking