I have a big american car. And because of it, I somehow had to waste a half-day in the service station. Looking around the spacious boxing, I accidentally witnessed how one, apparently, professional driver, told a handful of car mechanics a story. I must say that drove, the narrator was canceled. His speech flowed like a stream. People listened to him, holding his breath. I do not know how true it is (this story): it painfully resembles a bike. And on the other hand, why not be like that? I will try to reproduce here what I heard, without embellishment, in the same unimaginable language, in the same manner.

I've been here recently, fucking, threshing at one beetle. Fuck knows what he does.

But his grandmother - Nemer. Wheelbarrow, again, Volvo is not cheap. But, bastard, pounded, then there, then here, fucking ...

Here that week, I took him to EROPORT. My bandyugan got together somewhere and I don’t remember. And his woman - the bitch painted with herself dragged for some reason, sort of saw off, there, and all the cases, and huy-mine.

Well, I drove it, finally, fucking, like some kind of holdy, open the door, close the door. The woman with his pussy swings to and fro: “Take this suitcase, put this one down, don't break it, damn it, there's a bottle”. Itself, fucking, like yeast - pussy itches. Looks like her lover - the goldfinch has already prevented the goldfinch, saying that she will be free the other day.

Well, they planted, it means my beetle on an airplane - flew away. Well, fucking, not nibbled, soaring, and the hell with him ...

I see that his whisk, dressed up home, has been gathered. Coat rinse, fucking, kicking in pantyhose shines. Babenka, however, in my taste I will not say anything, well, so far, to us, fuck, dirty ...

Got into the car - on the highway I dissect from EOPORT.

I'm going to look in the rear mirror. Do something fucking ... the car is good - she’s lucky, this is not for you on Volgara, what the fuck, cormorant ...

I look at the gangster woman. She is all about building a swell. From the bag I got some garbage - in the face of her lip she rubs her lips, fucking supposedly licked her, the gangster, saying goodbye.

Here you go. We drove, drove, I lost interest in it, I looked at the road - in front of the busbar - someone got out on the highway. In Pydrila, driving on Zaporozhtsy everyones, and then feet forward on kazenki. Only got stuck in the cork, suddenly, my little woman began to fuss. You say, Alexey, can you go faster? And she waving her hands behind her, saying, fuck, come on quickly, fuck it. Well, I answer her reasonably: I'm not bringing Putin's tea — I go without flashers! Where the hell are you going faster here - the cops - the goats blocked all the way!

Here you go. And suddenly, this bitch declares, they say, I want to go to the toilet, stop! I flew right up all - what are you talking about, my dear soul, fucked at all? Where are you going to stop?

Signs do not understand, bitch - you can not stand here, and cops everywhere.

“Let's turn off then quickly! And then I'll tell my husband! ”- hiss, fucking, the whole thing has changed in the face. I look, I kick my feet in the backseat, I pinch the pussy with my hands, I'm not ashamed of it at all, damn it. Well, I think, fucked up, you need to look for a country road - obossytstsa kral something.

I see, on the opposite side of the road, it seems like some kind of branch ... and a brick is hanging, as luck would have it. Okay, fuck him, take to the left, fucking, and turned. Females go to meet the buzz, they say through the double turned! What should I do? Then wash the car after this bitch?

Huachim on the country road, the road - ebs-yes-ebs pit in the pit. I look, fuck, the woman already bends all and already squeals, almost: “what the fuck are you, an idiot? I have a bubble burst! ” I didn’t want to bazaar with her - I’m more expensive to work, but I think to myself, I’m wondering what a hard suspension is - a foreign car, fucking.

Here you go. They drove about two hundred meters from the highway, she commanded: "Stop, come on!". I'm on the brakes. Stake machine. Bitch already screamed, "what are you, asshole? !!". I am silent, I have a dick-thing. I look in the mirror, the woman gets out of the back of the sofa somehow, crooked everything, howls, fucking. And the road here is two hundred meters away - cars scurry back and forth. I looked, fucking, I guessed my door did not close, and on a quick fuck, the coat pulls up.Laughter parses me - that, and look overwhelmed, you fool. She tells me, turn away, fucking and do not look in the mirror. Well, something to me. Didn't I see a woman? And fuck you, I think! I hear that my matryoshka is pissed off like a horse, and it sighs: “oh, damn, how good! Oh, damn almost pissed off! Oh, what a piece!” I didn’t keep myself in the mirror sneakily looking, maybe I will see something. .. But there are rags on it, fucking, like on a cabbage, fucking can't be seen, a squatty squat sits, she squeezes her eyes, the whole trembling, you see, you’ll finish it. And pissing and pissing, fucking, like a waterfall on my right under the wheel. How much she drank something in the buffet EROPORT I do not understand. I looked, I quieted down, sort of screaming, fucking stopped. Looks in hass already. Just in case, I removed my eyes from the mirror, otherwise there will be a scream: I’m peeping. Then she seemed to have ascended and said to me in the old manner: “Alex, fuck, hand the bag!” Serve, bring, fuck, what am I, what kind of pole? Well, I turn around and rake out my bag from the back seat, stretch it to her.

She, as if nothing had happened, grabbed my bag with a rake, fucking, I look ... She reached into her bag, fumbled the paper from there and let her stuff it under her pussy - she just rustles her hair. I look, already fucked up! Then she stared at me and sizzled evil so “did you not see the fucking pussy? Work tired? "What is there pussy, fuck you can not see well vseravno nothing. Okay, I think, if you are borzet, then you really can lose your job because of the pussy of this pissing - turned away.

Well, she wiped off as best she could, put her ass back in the car and we went home ... Here, bitches, thugs, fucking robbing simple people, and then piss off wherever.

- - - the approving roar of car mechanics - -