Inevitably if you have to go by minibus through Buzau must have part of something special. Whether you crashed your nose hair due to one / one who forgot or did not know to use soap and deodoratului or to shoot a car wreck at the first raise a dust pit stop seeing inside the chair man or to give a driver convicted and serving sentence manelist with him (for him at least are orgasmic manele) until station where you have to go down.
Today, when I came from my parents, I came across a grandmother's car. The air was breathable and a driver listening to Europa FM in silence. Inevitably I caught a short dialogue between ladies (probably neighbors) who were about 35-40 years old each.
- I told you that you looked Last night one white car with two men in it?
- I know, it was Daniel. Called me. But you don't know anymorecar found me ?
- … Well I do not know. I know…?
My luck was that after a state had to get off. I could not refrain from laughing.
