xxx: I am under 40 and when choosing, a clay sauce or a delicious dinner, I will definitely choose dinner. At least because I want to eat every day.



YYY: And I’ll choose the glue suction. I learned to cook over the years, but the spine is not so flexible anymore.

My friend and I are studying vocal at the Conservatory. When it becomes boring, we choose an old destroyed building in the city, go there, enter the huge hall and sing songs, beautifully, in two voices. The acoustics and atmosphere are just ahh! Sometimes we eat, and the bull whispers like this and says in tears, “Girls, I’m dead, right?”

I decided to cut the grass in the country, wrapped the wire accidentally from the raspberries on the grass-cutting machine: (. She stood up. I tried to crush it, cut it off with a cutter - no way (Son goes - let me see. Worth to scratch. At this time I see that it is already dark and it is time to stop cutting, and so I can no longer see. I decided to turn the extender. As I turned, something went wrong and everything got confused. I see the son going, has already broken up the grass-cutting machine. Please remove the extender. I went home and took a beer from the refrigerator. I turn on the light and the light blinked and burned ((

I scream from the kitchen: Son! The lamp has burned!

He: Mom, and let’s you be a little slower to break everything, or I can’t get time to fix it.

He knows what it means to live with a woman.

Somewhere half a year ago my husband got a corporate simka from work. A couple of days later, a woman called this number, let’s call her Masha, and said, “This was my number. Please give me back the sims. I will pay..." The husband replied that the simka was made for the company and if necessary let it call the management of the company and decide.

And after some time in Votsape began to come different messages (the numbers were foreign) of the following content

“Masha, I need a girl.

I’m in Istanbul, I want to rest and so on.

There are also messages from girls asking for a job.

My husband blocked them.

One girl even sent her erotic portfolio. In addition, it was of good quality, professional, taken in the photography studio.

The husband said sadly, “Oh, it’s a pity to even remove...”

The girls wrote mostly from Latvia, Ukraine.

And the men with the demands of the girls were from Istanbul. I watched their avatars in the vatsapa, many of them had family photos with children.

Interestingly, these people started writing in the evening at 23:00. At 1 p.m. when we went to sleep.

You lie quietly, you are already asleep, and here the messages begin to come one after the other.

I say to my husband, “They write to you,” he calmly answers, “Yes, these are prostitutes.”

One night there was a message: “Masha, I’m in Istanbul. I need a girl...” and in 15 minutes another message: “Hello. I am from Latvia. I need a job...”

Even the idea of giving them each other’s numbers to meet...

Yes, forever these women with incomprehensible hints (I came home like this, and my wife lies naked on the bed stands and says "take me" and I stand and try to understand what she wants? Where to take her? I’m not going anywhere, I don’t understand.)