And in jail now ... Pasta (c).

Good nick I chose. 30 Rated supovskih days long passed, but the blog is not sent for processing. Not flown. If so, have fun and a little bit here.

Took me a few days ago a parent in the cafe at the market. Kebab eating. Traditional protest in the format "I love dogs, but not so!" Steps to no avail. Especially that had been promised lamb. Upon lamb was svinyatinoy and barbecue pretty nasty and neprozharennym.
I am ashamed the parent that allows itself to be tempted by this, and promised that I'll take the normal "product number one in the men's diet.
At noon today was awakened, taken aback by two kilograms of flesh dismembered cow and echidna parting words: "Come on, show the class." Yes grain you! Cut, pickled in its own way, and all day cut circles around - as well as what will happen with the future of the culinary masterpiece, Ali sabotage what.
Cost. The first three have already removed the skewers. Parent's brother's cousin quality is appreciated. Sorry just decided not to drink vodka. Tomorrow morning for raspberries, she says, ripe.
And you enjoy your meal.
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