Uti In The First Weeks Of Pregnancy

Conversations Antisense

Neighbor Down the House: waves wey hey?
Me: na pos aki nomas and roll with the taqueria??.
Neighbor Down the Home: post is going to paint more or less kaon kaon nomas than yesterday if we stick a wey Putis either rump.
Me: orale whether I imagine a lot of work closed
Neighbor Down the House: Well if kaon to that fact that if we night my mom and me and mother well-milled and post-wey Mam did not tell my mother that better rest that I do so much unemployment you know by pregnancy.
Me: if ta cabron.
Neighbor Down the House: in fact last night the mother came wey well ground and my old dude I had to rub the mother pobresita imagine, bring a Chamaka and still gets to help dude.
Me: oO I guess (if you fucking bastard noo but Moyer sobadota the Riata feet or 8 === D for you.) and post no more what the fuck is dude so is life.
Neighbor Down the House: kaon because if there is no choice.
Me: and your old kaon??
Neighbor Down the House: There goes resting last night working a shitload.
Me: oO orale (if wey whether to hear the fucking alcanse alaridotes) not post or move to the truth.
Neighbor Down the House: if this asshole.