It is wrong to make jokes

Yesterday, "a little" moved. "Hangover" was gorgeous, much pisdets. In the morning I went to the parking lot to the car (Nene, not behind the wheel, a purse, I forgot it). First passed, then, when out of the parking lot, already sat down, bleat.
Well, I think fucking arrived. Squirrel.

How? Location? I'm not buharik, beer on Fridays and all ...





Hiking, someone dogs gouache or watercolor painted ...

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You can not joke like that on Saturday morning ...



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