Sick, unhappy people, those squirrels. .
After all, OBR was the only place for them to listen calmly and help overcome unbearable pain.
But now the pain will never stop, Vata will suffer more and more, will whine and whine, and get paid a stream of urine in the fuck. Only medical urinotherapy for their motherfuckers, only it gives them hope and stimulates them to continue to pull their miserable existence! But alas, urinotherapy only briefly alleviates suffering and the sweatshirts again crawl for supplementation. A thirsty cotton carriage is able to overcome enormous distances, he will overtake the anon on the ground and in the mine, on the water and in the sky, as long as they irrigate him with a medicinal drink.