The wife put up cooking sausages and went into the room to tie. I walk past the kitchen, I hear some roar and a wicked whisper. I look into the kitchen - a cat stands on the plate, passing from foot to foot (hot!) He tries to grab the sausage with his finger. He puts his finger in the pot, jumps, squeezes with a sprinkled lap and squeezes.
Fuck the fucking...
But the sauce is still a sperm.