My neighbors are bad, I’m worse than him, I’m playing dirty with you, I don’t call the police, I have to play you crying and begging the police to save you!
I’ve been out of school since I was a kid, I’ve been in a college fight, I’ve been in trouble, my parents’ blood pressure has soared, I’ve decided to come up with a deposit, I’ve bought a second-hand room, I’m moving out, I’m not worried.
One.
I’m free, I’m trying to have some fun, I’ve come to the door, and I find out I’ve met a son of a bitch, and I’ve got a coke.
At first, his family used to dump garbage at the door, not to throw it for days, waiting for the building keeper to come up and watch and take it away.
I didn’t care at first, but on Sunday morning, I opened the door with a stinky snout, and he had no idea what was in his garbage bag.
She’s the one who opened the door, she’s over 40, she’s well-maintained, and she’s so mean.
You threw it when she turned her eyes upside down. Why did you knock on my door?
I listen, man, it’s a mess. I laugh, I say, I bend over to pick up that bag of garbage and throw it at their house.
The woman screamed and then yelled, saying that the new man who moved in didn’t want to live, and then his man came out, and he was a fat, fat man, with a yellow tooth.
I stretch my neck, and say, you cut it down, you’re not a man.
He stunned him, and he was so angry that he was going to cut me, but his wife found out that I was a bitch, and she went back and yelled at me, and his knife was not cut off in the chaos.
Can I suffer this loss? I’ve spent more than 20 years fighting with them all over their necks, and then my dog comes out, and the man throws a knife at them, says he’s going to chop the bastard, I grab the dog and he’s going to chop him, and then I shake the neighbor, and the girl comes out and pulls me out, pulls the man back to his house and closes the door, throws a word, says you wait, you son of a bitch, you’ll live a long life!
I said, “You better hurry up and I’ll be persuaded downstairs by the three neighbors.”
Ma says you’ve got a lot of nerve, he’s got a big house, he’s got a big house, nobody’s gonna mess with us in this building.
I’m even more angry, wondering what his house was like. My mom said the guy’s fish-fish shop, the girl’s costume, they’re probably making a lot of money.
I mean, it’s kind of funny who drives the door out of his house every day.
I said thank you to my aunt, pretend I’m done.
But I’ve made up my mind that chess won’t be easy for my opponents, and I’m going to kill them.
Indeed, the next day, his house had become more intense, and he had no idea where to get seven or eight big bags of garbage.
I remember when my neighbor’s mom told me yesterday that if I can’t, I can’t complain to the property, or call the police. Call the police?
Is that my style? Whoever does that first is the grandson.
I’m laughing, you throw it, okay, I throw it, I tell you what kind of shit can really hit a killer.
I came home, went to the bathroom, had a little gestation, took a shit out of the trash, took it out of the bag and threw it at his door.
To tell you the truth, I’m surprised by my own ideas. It’s the competition that inspires me. I can’t wait to go home and wait for the results.
It’s only been 10 minutes since his house was opened, and his fury broke out.
His family started kicking my door, and I opened it, and this time the three of them came out, and their sons were so fucking ugly, they looked like shit, and he saw his parents yelling at me, and the dog came up and bit me in the leg, and I kicked him open and closed the door.
The three of them scolded me from outside the door, scolded me as a son-of-a-bitch, and the children cried and cried. They must have learned from adults. I don’t give a shit. I’ll do it. I’ll do it.
I’ve figured out the character of this family, and it’s true that ordinary people do not dare to mess with them, and I’m a loser for my former owner of this house.
After 10 minutes of violence, they called the property, accused me of throwing shit, of kicking my kids, of saying I was a murderer, of putting up a little garbage, and of throwing it away in time.
They made a mess of the property, and they had to knock on my door, and I opened a TV at home, and I ignored it, and it was almost half an hour outside of the door that the noise came to an end.
I went out of the house with my dog and I looked back at the two episodes of “Rabby” and found out that the door was fresh and that the garbage and shit were gone.
I look so clean, I don’t get used to it, I look forward to them throwing it tomorrow.
But for the next two days, there was no garbage at the door, and I’m guessing it was the two of them who found out that they were having a hard time with Kim.
But I am lost, but I know that the true battle has only begun, because the wicked cannot wait to see them, but must strike first and strike first, worse than the wicked, in order to bring them down.
I was just trying to do something, and I had an opportunity, and I had to say, they were really good neighbors.
At the earliest, his family had a couple of regular shoes on its doorstep, but since he had left the garbage behind, he had more and more shoes, which were probably dirty before, and now he is well.
I’m so happy. Searching for treasures, the Garuda, buying a bottle of Mad Itch One, by definition. Who’s itching?
When the goods arrived, I went out at night and fell into one of my shoes and went home looking forward to the night, and I hated seeing them in the morning.
But I fell asleep in the middle of the night, and I woke up with a knock on the door, and I opened the door with my sleep, and I had a good time, and I was bending over to the door girl and scratching and carrying my shoes and asking if I had put itch powder in his shoe.
I see her feet are red and she’s not laughing.
The woman who listened to me and started throwing me out of my mind, and they didn’t tell me what had happened before, and I didn’t want to face them. It was a bad thing to meet a neighbor like me.
I’ve heard a lot about you. I’ve been scolding me for a few days.
I’m having fun. Beating a woman isn’t a good man’s job, but I’m a scoundrel.
She’s in shock. She’s been down for half a day. She forgot to scratch her feet. I saw her head down.
When my dog ran out of the house and jumped at the girl in shame, she finally came back to her eyes, crawled up and screamed back to her house, pulled the door to her door and made a noise and called me a bully.
My son-in-law had a high IQ, didn’t bite her, I touched his head, he shook his tail and we closed the door.
But then my door started to be smashed, his husband was yelling at me.
Well, this grandson was at home, why did you ask a woman to come out and show her face?
But they called the police.
Two.
I opened the door 10 minutes later when the police were out screaming, and his husband was going to beat me up with a red eye.
The man yelled, said you hit my wife and I killed you, and the woman cried and cried and told the police that she was a little dizzy.
I’m laughing at the lion, but I’m disappointed if you can hit me, but they won’t move.
The police asked me if I hit someone, and I firmly said no.
They’re in a hurry. They say I’m lying. I say, “What proof?”
No evidence, no surveillance, no witnesses, no police.
I also said that the police comrades were asking questions about what they were, and that their husbands might have beaten her and that they were all responsible for me.
The woman said, “Let’s go check the DNA, you punched me in the face, I must have you in the face.”
I’m laughing at you for watching TV.
The police say theoretically.
I laughed and said, “What’s wrong with you? I’m a good boy.”
He heard both of them and the police frowned to see that we were rogues.
She and her husband told me that I was full of shit, but the police ignored it, stressing that she was in such a situation at her own expense and expensive to consider.
I can’t prove I hit you.
The police didn’t eat it, I didn’t eat it. After the neighbours finally came out, you persuaded me, and there were whispers to the police, who cared for the film for a long time and knew who his family was, and finally mediated on the spot and went back to their homes.
They’re having a bad time, they’re having a bad time, they’re having a bad time, they’re falling back, and the guy’s finally telling me, “Okay, from now on, you won’t have a good life!”
I’m scared.
I smiled and sent the police away, and they warned me before they left, so don’t get in trouble again.
When I got home, I thought about it while I was touching the dog, and this time I did it to escalate the tension.
I’m fucking looking forward to it!
But for three days, on Saturday night, I was walking the dog, and just downstairs, my brother found a couple of ham sausages on the side of the road to eat, but I pulled them, and I ate my stomach.
Strangely, there were several ham intestines on the way, and the knife had left me to eat, snuck back downstairs and found a group of people surrounded, and I came in to know that a dog friend on the third floor was crying with her dog, and the dog was lying dead in her arms.
I’m busy asking what’s going on, and she’s sad to say that the dog ate ham intestines, and it’s probably poisonous.
When I came to the police, after a while, I found out that the ham intestines had been sprayed with pesticides.
I get it. This kid knows I walk dogs every day. He’s trying to poison my brother.
Damn, it’s too hard to poison my dog, and it doesn’t matter if someone else’s dog gets hurt.
But when the police came to the door, they didn’t take the kid, and I bit him to death, saying he was naughty, and the poison dog wasn’t so bad, the police had to criticize him for his education.
The dog friend on the third floor was angry and sad, but she didn’t dare to piss me off the door and bury the dog.
But she thinks she’s bad luck. I can’t. This is for me.
I’m used to women and children! Now that you’re all so fucked up, don’t blame me.
I heard about the elementary school for the children in front of the door that night, and I asked him, “He’s got a little money in the family, he’s got a grade, he’s got a little snacks, he’s got a lot of money, he’s got no moves, he’s got girls, he’s said he’s got a good girl’s face in the class, he’s got his parents in the school, he’s got his parents in a fight, he’s got his parents in the house, he’s in trouble, he’s in the middle of a fight with his parents, he’s a king.
I’ve got my parents, I’ve got kids like this. I’ve been looking for guys who aren’t doing business. I’ve been looking for punks. I’ve actually contacted a couple of kids in their middle school. I’ve given each of them $500, and I’ve just asked that the dead kid beat me every day until he’s too scared to go to school.
That night, I was walking down the stairs by the dog side, but the kid came back crying, his face was swollen, he was fanned, it was my idea to slap me in the face, he was swollen.
When he came to me, I looked at him in cold and deep, and he looked at me with my legs down the stairs.
I followed him up and heard the scoldings coming out of his house.
I broke my Coke, and in the next week, I let the kids at the junior high school go around in shifts and beat each other up for a day without getting involved.
It’s been a very interesting week, when the door-to-door kid walks home with a broken nose every day, Tuesday with a black eye, Thursday with a swollen ear, a few days down, with no wind in his face.
There was no success in not going to school for two hours, and in the end there was nothing to do.
I’m so glad you tried to poison my dog.
I’ve given two hundred to each of them, a reward and a chance to cooperate.
For the next few days, the door was not suffocated for a while, and the days passed.
But then one day, at 9:00 p.m., my door was smashed again. I opened it. I kept my cell phone on him and said, “Don’t move. I’ll write it down.
He said, “Don’t do that, I’ll tell you. You hired all the punks who beat up my son.
I’m laughing. I can’t even admit it. After all, I’ve given the bad boys cash.
I can’t understand what you’re talking about.
Of course he knows me, he won’t believe it. He’s got a big punch in his face, and I think he’s boring.
He’s mad, he doesn’t know where he’s going, he’s trying to fix me, he’s got a sound from somewhere, he’s in front of his house, he’s in the middle of the night, he’s playing music at my house, he’s making noise.
I’m laughing. There’s a bad ass.
I stayed put, he was put up for three hours, upstairs and downstairs, and he was complained, but no one dared knock on his house.
I don’t have time, I can’t move. Listen to what he’s playing.
I’ve been holding it up till 2:00 in the night, and his house probably wants to sleep and come out and stop the sound.
Okay, here I am. I’ve been immersion for 20 years, and I’ll teach you today what kind of music is the most powerful and powerful!
I took out my sonic bass gun, and I didn’t have to open the door, because the cat’s eyes were alive, and it was a very small window to talk to outsiders.
I pulled it, found a wide duct tape and tied it up, pressed the buttons, played it, played it with a harrowing, shabby, sad!
Don’t look at the low-sounding cannon, which is so powerful, I’m infected at the moment when the moaning starts, and I’m feeling the grief of a 10-mile street to the Prime Minister.
When my song blew up at 2:00 a.m., I first ran out of the door, slammed the door and yelled at it and accused me of disturbing the people, saying I was a piece of garbage, I laughed and I wasn’t sleepy. I put my headphones on and I couldn’t hear anything.
I didn’t know how long it was going on outside, and I fell asleep.
The next day I woke up, and I heard “Most of the Nation” and, good guy, his family didn’t call the police this time and chose to turn the drums opposite my face.
I went out, the other neighbours of the building saw me, and I knew I was sorry to them, but it was not a special time for the wicked, and you would suffer if you failed.
I played a day of mourning and plaza music across the street, and the whole building was so sad and sore, and frankly, I got so noisy, I pulled a wireboard and put a bass cannon on it 24 hours a day, and then I rode back to my parents’ house with my money, Big Motors.
I don’t know what happened to our building for the next two days, but it wasn’t until the third day that the police got my cell number, called me, put me back on the phone, turned off my grief.
I came home lazy, the police were waiting for me at the door, and my sound to the door had gone off, so I knew it was not someone else who called the police, it was his house who said I was disturbing the people.
I’m not angry, I’m happy, they’re losing again. How many times did you tell the police?
I told the police about it, they knew it was a door-picking thing, and they told the bad guys first, and they could only warn me repeatedly and never to mess with me again.
They didn’t show up from the beginning to the end, and I think they’re ashamed of themselves.
But the question is, how do we start to act like good people? All right, I’m gonna get your ass head out of my face if you don’t say so.
Actually, I was inspired by the music, and before the police left, I thought of something worse.
3
I saw my grandfather when I was a kid, and the noise was the rarest, the better, the more expensive, the more ingenious.
But that’s where I want to make bad.
I found the old rice sound in the house, the phone downloaded a bunch of birds’ dirty accents, and even the blue teeth tried.
The so-called dirty mouth is the sound of a crow, or the noises of some wild birds.
In general, when you listen to your mouth, you follow it and you don’t get it back, it’s expensive and you’ve fallen so badly that the bird breeder is most afraid of his own.
I was going to take this stereo and go to their store and waste the birds.
I was riding a motorcycle early in the morning, followed the doorman, didn’t have much to do, found a shop at the fish-fish market.
I stayed out in the corner of the store until noon, the men went out, there were two waiters left in the store, I walked in with the sound, the waiters were tired, I didn’t talk to me too much. I snuck around, looked at the store, it was full of birds, it screamed, it was 78 brows and at least 40 good birds.
I found the dead end of the surveillance, the most intense place in the basin, and I quietly threw the mic in, and then I left the shop.
I turn on my phone, play dirty mouths through blue teeth, sound to the maximum volume, and in a moment, the store follows the sound of a bunch of old ladies, and the sound of gagas and gibberish, and all those drawings and all of them went on and on and on and on and on and on and on, just like the owner died and everyone died.
The shopkeeper was blindfolded, like he was covering the mouth of a bird, with his hands and feet, looking for a sound source, cracking a couple of bouquets, but now all the birds are barking.
Ten minutes later, I knew that the bird in the store was almost dead.
I went crazy hiding out of the store. I put my phone in my pocket.
His store cost me tens of thousands of dollars today. These birds, he can’t cook, he’ll probably have to let go.
That night, my door was smashed again. I’m sick of it. Nothing but the door.
I opened the door, saw the couple standing at the door, the man biting his teeth, the left hand with my little mio, the right hand with his cell phone, and said he had surveillance, and I was in the store.
I said it’s none of my business. Call the police if you can.
He’s pissed off when I’m done. I told you to hit me today. I told you to pay tens of thousands more.
His wife yelled at me and said, “We’ve been in this neighborhood for years, we haven’t met anyone who dares to mess with us. You’re fighting me! I’ll make you regret it for 18 generations!
I’ve seen her face, I’ve lost my voice, I’ve had enough to fight with you.
They’re out there scolding again, and they’ve had enough to let go.
I really want to know. We’ll see. What? Don’t you dare burn down my house?
But the next morning I knew I was going out on a motorcycle, and I just got to the vault, and I found my 30,000-strong motorcycle, and the lights were smashed, and the tires were cut, and the license plate was dropped.
I’d like to laugh. I’m sure it’s the door.
I don’t care if I take off the surveillance, and the tires and the lights are worth thousands of dollars. I’m a little upset. I’ve ruined his tens of thousands of businesses.
Let the injustice continue.
He’s giving me a new inspiration. I have to give him a good lesson.
Didn’t he have a bossy car? I’m going straight to waste you.
I got a bag of sugar, a wrench, borrowed a car with my buddy and followed the guy.
After three days, the grandson went to a dispassionate pediatrics shop, where there was no parking, where he opened almost 100 metres, found a hornet to stop and sneaked into the shop.
I must have gone to the whorehouse, but I got out of the car with my sugar and wrench, and I went to the hegway, looked around, broke the front of his car, twisted the development motive, and poured the sugar in.
I don’t know how powerful this thing is!
The white sugar melts as soon as it gets hot, and as soon as it starts, the whole engine is blocked, and it’s firmly secured on it, it can’t be cleared, the engine’s dead, and the most important thing is that insurance companies don’t pay!
This is half the car money on the top of this engine, which I was told by a man who worked on a small loan.
When I finished, I closed the front of the car and erased my car for over two hours. The grandson came out, started the car, and walked 180 meters, and the front of the plane started smoking, making strange noises, and the car stopped.
He came down with a confused face, and after a check-up, he was in a bad mood, and I was in a car and I was driving away.
Kid, learn from your uncle!
I’m sure he thought it was me. I’m fed up with him smashing the door.
I’ve been thinking about him taking the car to the repair shop, telling him it’s not working, and the insurance company won’t pay.
I’ve had a lot of fun, and after three days I’ve been back, and there’s no new footprints on the door.
I’ve been waiting for a day, and I’m not messing with the door.
But I think in my heart, wrong, it’s the calm before the storm, and no one can let go of the hatred on this scale.
In my years of struggle, the expensive car was destroyed and the other one had to fuck me.
I had to be proactive. I calmly called my friends.
The next three days, where I’m going, where I’m going, Wednesday night at 10:00, I’m going back with my fruit, just in the alley, and there’s a shadow behind me, and I finally come to the door, like I thought, with a group of five and three, and I’m stuck.
4
I was panicking, and he came up and slapped me. Fuck, it hurts.
I pretended to be a good man and said, “What did you do to me? He pulled out a stick and said, “You’re ruining my fucking shop, you’re ruining my car, I’m wrecking my engine, and I’m gonna have enough money to pay for your life.”
I’m still playing dumb, but I can’t beat my bike back.
When he hears it, he’s pissed. Tell me how much you fucking worth. I’ll smash your bike and you’ll smash my car.
Boss, this is not money. You hit my bike because I don’t have a car. I want a car. Besides, I destroyed your car because you didn’t have a motorcycle…
He’s mad at me for saying you’re gonna shut the fuck up, guys! There’s no surveillance. No one’s coming.
I’m so sweaty, I’m so sharp, I’ve been out of my pocket for three days and I’ve been spraying on them!
They can’t get their sticks out before they can, and they’re all spicy, and I’ve taught them, and I’ve given you an eye, and it’s so painful for you to lose your fighting power, and for a few seconds, they’re all screaming and on the ground.
I smiled and whistled at the far end of the road, and there were more than 20 people in the street, all my friends who had grown up naked, and I commanded them not to leave their hands behind.
But it didn’t affect our performance, so we kicked the big guys on the ground for five minutes in a row, and it was estimated that the ribs were broken several times, and I started to beg for forgiveness with my nose on the door and my face.
Then we went back to our homes, and we went back to our homes, so we didn’t have to get caught up in it. That’s the old trick we used when we were little.
Seriously, although we did not leave evidence, I was really worried that the police would come to the door, after all, it would be a little dangerous if Sunamoto were to go to trial.
I waited for two hours, and I was still quiet, and I was sure that they were afraid to call the police, because they blocked them first, but then they were eaten.
But I didn’t realize that after so many times I’ve destroyed their family, they’ve forgotten their nature, and they think they’ve been bullied for so long. – In the hospital, two arms were tied to bandages, their heads were bleeding, and then I was in the group, and I got a stinky, long piece, accusing my neighbor of bullying and sneaking on her husband.
She said she had tears, was heartening, had to join the whole district to sue me, and had to be accompanied by a picture of her son’s father with broken arms and deep tears.
Don’t say that it’s working, and there are a lot of neighbors in the group who don’t know his family, and they come in solidarity and I say one word of condemnation.
I didn’t respond, I think. She probably thinks I’m organizing a counterattack, but that’s not me. Who am I?
And when it came to the people, I showed myself, and said to the woman: Believe it or not, you will fart, and I will kill your family with your son and you.
When I say that, it’s a shock. There’s no movement in the crowd.
The zealous neighbors, through my words, have seen the identity of my murderous gangsters.
I’m so happy.
Moreover, I am surprised by the sudden appearance of a man from our building, who said that my neighbour was the evil man who had complained first and that the house was particularly abhorrent and that the whole building had been in a state of ruin.
Soon after, the voice of the response began to rise, and the people who had been bullied by his family in our building, as if they had been backed up, came out and accused them, and public opinion fell to me.
I was lying on the couch, laughing at the wind.
After all this, the truth has come to light, of course, and no one has ever complimented me, but I am satisfied.
But I can’t believe I’ve made a ridiculous video of my family dying to death, and I’ve sent it to the crowds — they’re married to their sons, they’re recorded at the hospital, they’re strong, they’re sad, they’re fighting me as a bully, they can’t let the bad guys get away with it. Barabala’s.
By the way, their son spit on the camera.
I’m so happy. This family is crazy.
But this power of unity was a little infected with me, and at that moment the three of them were all one and the same, like an indestructible fortress, and a big earthquake struck me as a dark force!
All right, you guys stick together, I’ll laugh in my heart, I’ll break you up, I’ll let you hold me down!
As they say, the wicked have their own evils, and I admit that I am the evils behind them, and I will surely leave these who are idle, and who are weak and afraid of the evils, to repent for the rest of their lives.
I had a feeling this was my last big hit on their family.
That night, I contacted two people, one my sister and the other my brother, and they were all small.
In her own words, it is not clear who will take advantage of a decent mind.
Dude almost got home, but he was so handsome and so handsome, he was like a hoo-poo and some kind of hoo-poo-poo. Moreover, the person has had quite a lot of experience, and after high school teachers have left home, and for many years, I have done nothing, and I am not envious to tell the truth, but only one and respectable, having served as a male waitress for three years at Hangzhou.
I quickly crafted a strategy, my sister took care of my partner, and my friend took care of my girl, and finally, found a suitable place to take them and their couple to the Victory Club so that they could hunt each other down, turn their backs on each other.
From the next day, my sister went to the men’s store to buy flowers and dress up in a clean dress, and she used to have a cigarette roll on her ass, but I don’t think this middle-aged, greasy guy likes that, so she wore a Japanese student uniform and had a ponytail.
When my sister got to the store, the acting guy didn’t really think the kid was a good girl who didn’t graduate from high school and was always blushing when he heard a dirty joke.
So she spoke to me about the man who raised the flowers, and he answered them in full and precise terms, and in full knowledge, my sister looked at the eyes of the water, and looked upon her face, and asked for a little faith, and said, “Thank you, my brother, for his loss.”
It’s the moonlight that keeps the man from the flesh for three days.
And it was only for a week, my sister went to the store and chose two pots of flowers, and the second time, the man sent a nice Butterflyland, and my sister said she was riding an electric car, she couldn’t take it, and the man was driving a new second-hand car to the house.
5
My sister tried to get him into the house, and that’s when the boy found out that the girl was still a girl, and she loved her life, and that she almost picked up the bear, and she threw him in the face, and she said she was shy and turned away.
I think the man left his soul at my sister’s.
My sister said, “Anytime, I’ll give the order.”
I said I’m sorry, but my sister says he’s nice to me, but he’s gross.
I’m grateful for that.
My buddy, it’s getting slower.
The doorgirls, though fierce, had a good family, well-maintained, and a little stylish. But my buddy’s been at night all these years, and he doesn’t care about it.
She opened a dress shop in Fair City, and my buddy went there a few times and said he bought clothes for his girlfriend.
The girl, when I first met my friend, did look a little different, after all, my friend was so handsome, but then, no matter how much he said, she didn’t go back, no hook.
I’ve got a little respect for her, but your husband’s so hot, you know what you’re doing for him?
My buddy went three times a week, and she’s not even close, but she’s good to my girlfriend.
On the weekends, my buddy called her again, and he didn’t move.
I’m thinking for a moment, first of all, you’re so handsome and she doesn’t hate you, which means it’s kind of nice. Nothin’. At best, the door didn’t open.
When I say you’re jealous, let’s start with this.
On Monday, my buddy went with a cute little girl, and he said it was his girlfriend, and I was so happy that something could happen.
I’ve seen the woman at the door, and I’m not feeling well, and she’s not so passionate.
My buddy said she was even a little cold that day, and I said, “That’s soon. We’re not afraid of her getting upset. We’re afraid of her being emotional.
A few days later, Friday night, my buddy sent me a tweet saying I was in Guangzhou.
I’m happy to jump out of the sofa. What’s going on?
My buddy sent me a text and a video.
I’m so mad at you. Turns out, this girl went to Guangzhou on Friday, and my friend heard that he flew over that night, had an accident on the street with her, had dinner with her, had a cup of me, had a drink, had a drink, had a drink, had a drink, had a drink, had a drink, had a drink, had a drink, had a drink, had everything taken care of.
I’m laughing, Grandma, I’m done. I’m turning over the plane fare money to my buddy. He’s taking it.
Two days later, they came back.
My brother came to me the next day. It was 40 tigers. I came back yesterday at noon. I didn’t catch a breath.
We’re all set now. We owe it to the east wind. This weekend, we’ll start our last big fight!
The time passed, during which my sister caught the man several times and listened to her.
My sister’s home-based camera taped it all.
On Saturday afternoon, my buddy had a meeting with her. I followed her back, followed her all the way.
I went to the owner’s group to write to the doorman, and after 10 minutes, I sent the video to the doorman with a specific address.
He must have blown up on the spot. I didn’t see him coming in a second-hand car, and he was so angry, he went all the way in, he ran into the door, he scolded and beat me up. So he took the wolf-proof spray that he had hidden and sprayed them.
Immediately after, my sister came far away with two policemen behind her.
I also did not say that I took them upstairs, that the police came into the house and immediately understood, but the house was not in his hands. He picked up my face-to-face man from the ground and let him wash his eyes.
The man was blinded, but the whole man was blinded, the woman listened, and she was smug, and my sister showed her the video, and she was crazy, and she jumped and tore her husband, and the whole room was in a crazy mess again.
I leaned on the door and rejoiced, and this son of a bitch was completely destroyed.
Three days later, my sister confessed to a mistake with the Public Security Bureau, which was her prank. She didn’t want to open it that day, and now she wants to forgive the man.
The man was released for a long time.
And I’ve been waiting at home, and I know that the couple are already on fire and they’re going to die.
Indeed, it was the man who went to the other door, and then it was the ping-pong pong-pong bowl, and the bear boy who was crying, and finally, the noise was getting more and more, the TV, the tea table, the furniture, the whole building, the people who were not afraid of them, the men who had been watching, the men who had been out of the door for about two hours, the men who had their black face, the men who had been caught together, the women who were sitting on their knees, holding their children, the orphans, the widows, the heads, the hair of their noses, and the poor ones that kept us all from watching.
A month later, they moved out of nowhere, and we never saw them again. Register number: YXX1 GwJP55dhL34zEOmi0l02
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
