I’m sitting in the traffic policeman’s car, he’s silent and I’m silent. then he says: why don’t you offer me anything? -marry me! -he laughed and let go.
-Where do you get the money from? - I take it from the nightstand. -Who leaves them there? -my wife. -Where does she get the money from? -I give it to her. -Where are you from? -from the nightstand.