As long as I live, I can't understand the logic of women, and I understand that it's meaningless. OK when I was a teenager went with my mom to the market on the question: "How much to take apples, 2 or 3 kg?" and I replied: "Take one, why so much," and then my mom said to the seller: "Give 4 kg." Or from recently, mom calls: “Son, in Moscow a terrorist attack, the metro is full of police, be careful.”
My wife is burning, I am silent. Literally yesterday. We stand at the stop, in two meters, a very thin girl, dystrophy of the second degree probably. I say, “Look, what a thin woman I have, she probably has legs like my hands.” I say: "Aha, a pound". I hear the outrageous question: "Do I have so thick hands?". I didn’t talk all the way home. Fuck, how do they manage to handle their brains?? to