Hey yo! I’m Saint Getho P. I'm Trie. I will have 3 minutes to tell you the story of Gelendvagen and the guy.
I will walk through the gateway, through the autumn puddles, at night from three o’clock. Gelendvagen will pass there at a speed of: mile-43, kilometer-6.9. He sprinkles you from head to toe. You shout something at him in the trace "You are a ram, a stupid deer." He will stop the car and leave it with a big feed, taking his beloved bit with him beautiful. This turned out to be his wife, he spent so sweet time with her, and you mumble and cunt under your nose when they threaten her, you’ll break your legs, then they will take me to the city hospital, or maybe everything will be on the back, as on the back of the disk. Another story, a different fate: a foot is shot through, a broken face, a bit in the trunk with you and you see only trees, only trees, only trees in the slot ... (for the gifted, these are trees). But we will not be distracted from the complicated story, After all, little time goes and the story is not a couple of lines.
So where did I stop? "Ah, yes!" your ex shouted once, and now I remember. Everything was stopped at the time of the second hour, he was driving in the trunk and saw through the slot only one tree, in general the forest ..., "I don’t understand how it happened?", just now thinking about the consequences of the guy, as once about treason. Nobody pulled his tongue, he simply did not know that Gelendvagen was dangerous! Now they are digging a hole for you, I would like to smoke a couple of grams, but ... not to fame and not to high but to boldness before death. You are lying somewhere away and realizing that you have lived your life in vain: looking at the girls and basins that give angles . You are already over 20, but I am only minus 18. Here he came to you, taking by the scruff of the neck, throwing this grandfather in a hole and put a gun to his head. Suddenly a loud shot rang out, the birds flew apart.
The gun was at his, and not at your temple.
In perplexity, you wallow in this pit and scream like a little child, wiping away tears.
There are a couple of seconds left and I’ll tell you one trace - think with your head before you shout at someone else. Offensive and not very. Indeed, everything can pass in vain, for example, pass like a bullet through his temple.
This is my life culture.
