As if my wife was leaving, and I, eating up with my friends, on the way home fell my elbow on the beaten glass. Pull home, let the bandage look for, not found, and the bloodshed chopsticks, the buyer...
I had to stop the blood of the wedded pads, wrapping them to the wound with a scotch.
In the morning, the wife, coming home, finds everything in the blood, the pads roll around, the husband sleeps drunk... said:
Do you have a menstrual period and are they menstrual?
Until I saw the hand, then laughed, and got the bandage, and I did not find it.