Tigra: pps my husband is an alien
Tigra: Yesterday there were guests, the day finally decided to wash the dishes. tk. The dishwasher is constantly blocked, then all floating soap rings are collected in a dirty bowl to then drop into the toilet. And here the linen rings, cries, come urgently, the sack has dropped me. I leave, I run to comfort.
Tigra: I come home in the evening, and there this miracle meets with a kiss and says, “What a delicious ragu you have prepared for me, thank you, I warm it up.”
Tigra: Most importantly, I ran out to bluff, and he asks so deliberately, maybe grit, did you eat something wrong that day?