When the grass-cutting machine broke, my girlfriend hinted to me that I should repair it. But why then I always had matters more important, then to repair the socket, then in the car to hide... Always something more important is for me.



Finally, she found a clever way to pressure me and psychologically make me repair the grass-cutting machine.



When I came home one day, I saw that she was sitting in the grass and cutting her with manicure scissors.



Seeing this, I immediately entered the house and returned a minute later. I held a toothbrush in my hand. I gave her a toothbrush and said, “Once you’re done with the lawn, you can put it in the yard.”



The doctors told me I could walk, but I would crush on one leg.