My wife asked me to run to the kitchen to bring a cake. When I got to the kitchen, I realized that it was very sleepy in the toilet. After eating the sandwich, he ran to the toilet. At this time, the wife heard the cotton door of the toilet on the way back from the kitchen was very surprised, and painting in imagination a picture of how I hold the cake with one hand, and the other stretch the width, approached the toilet door and quietly asked.
Can you give me a cake now?
I laugh with my mouth full and say I don’t have them.
What are you chewing there? 0 - O
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I didn’t even know what was worse, drowning or not getting in.