About cucumbers
On the advice of Margo nevertheless decided to write about my neighbor (or how to say Kat "concubine") and about pickles.
So my neighbor lady age 37-38, heading designer for furnishing. We had agreed that all food in the fridge we have a common will. All that buys it, I can shryatsat, and she has the right respectively encroach on my kormopripasy.
Last Friday I bought a jar of pickles. Alex, by the way was not home that day and on Saturday it was not there either, however, like me, since I umatala Frankfurt. So here I am back on Sunday night, rustling in the kitchen, opened its prinykannuyu jar of cucumbers, and then swims nadkusanny small cucumber ... Where three-quarters thereof. I think mErzko, but okay.
The next day I come to work, I open the jar, cucumber nadkusanny still floats, but from his other half. "Mdaaaaaa ......."
I came to work yesterday, a cucumber at the bank of the NO!
Fuck your mother, a miracle happened! Cucumber size of 5 inches is still eaten in three days!
Anyway, about my "mistress" can still be a lot of strange facts tell, but I will not. In my mini-cucumber enough.
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