I went to the house with my friends (husband and wife). Wife Natalia brought pastries, sausages and bread to the altar, and said, say, guys, smell sandwiches. Everyone is sitting praying. Stas, her husband, says to her:
You’re going to paint me, right?
What about myself?
Well, I married you, now I can’t look at other pigs. That’s why you make sandwiches for me.
Natalia, giving her husband a sandwich, contends:
You are okay, so what about me? You cannot look at other men. And also sandwiches man... Damn, babies are stupid.