Bytovuha.
08.02.2011 10:02:13
Each time coming back from the nearest and only around 10 kilometers of super-duper-hyper-markets, feel aversion to any form of housekeeping in general and cooking in particular. Trek for food in this country has become a real torture with serious bodily injury. Two pair of Flemish farmers still produce their own doors to the boudoir, solemnly promise myself to stretch it all this fun for a week. However, the old habit of eating at least three times a day is stronger, and after a couple of days again, I spend my evening at the counters. Merd!
So I have two options: by persistent hunger and prolonged meditation to reduce his stomach to the size of a thimble or marrying a chef. Immediately drawn engineer Spaniard on the first floor, all of this in white and always with a large machete in the thigh. The second seems to me the most attractive, although I clearly shines first, those bastards from the EU promised to translate evreychiki only 2 weeks ..
So I have two options: by persistent hunger and prolonged meditation to reduce his stomach to the size of a thimble or marrying a chef. Immediately drawn engineer Spaniard on the first floor, all of this in white and always with a large machete in the thigh. The second seems to me the most attractive, although I clearly shines first, those bastards from the EU promised to translate evreychiki only 2 weeks ..
