A boy comes home from kindergarten all scratched up. dad asks: what happened? - They danced around the Christmas tree. -so what? -The Christmas tree is big, there are few children.
When I returned home from work, I saw the cement that had not yet hardened in our basement, which was being renovated. and I did what any normal person in my place would do - imprint my face.
my husband came home from work, and I opened the door in black leather lingerie, sexy stockings and a mask. he looked and asked: “Do you want to eat, Batman?”