Clock in the morning to six in the club and no more coal for the taxi. So walking home, that was a shit idea! The ground is muddy, already I lie down with the 15 cm leather boots full in the face: o The zipper coat jacket over his bare tits burst open, just do not hit the the pugs on the ground. A passer-by is persuaded to take me home, he supports me and keeps rocking tits in check, I'm going to show my appreciation in any case ...