xxx, 08.03.15 16:57> The wife pumped out another collection of humorous fantasy with necromants and lay down on the couch to read it. She wanted to bite something sweet, and she asked me to roast blenders with apples.
xxx, 08.03.15 16:57> And I, as a sin, was busy passing the next level in the debugger, and I did not want to break away from it, so I tried to convince my wife that she wants chocolate. She insisted on the blinkers.
xxx, 08.03.15 16:58> And why did I argue my position with the phrase: “Silence, woman, your day is March 8!”?! to
xxx, 08.03.15 16:58> I had to fry.