I decided to beat my boyfriend. I recently bought a new car, he cares for it better than me. The guy went to bed, I took the keys and moved the car to another yard. I put my keys back and went to bed. In the morning, MCH calmly goes to work, leaves the apartment... And after 10 minutes runs out with screams: “STALL BATT! The car was scattered!”

He begins to convulsively call my dad (he works in the police) and screams at the telephone that he said the car was stolen, etc. (Before that I called my dad and told him about the joke), dad played: I came with the guys and all that had to be done. I caught a whirlwind. I decided to stop joking about him and... “First of April!” We told where the car, we come, and the cars are not... and I will say!

This is where my dad started acting like a policeman! Asked me, the guy, looked at the place where I parked the car and already started to design.

My boyfriend is starting to crawl. It turns out, he heard that I took the keys and guessed. As soon as I fell asleep, he picked up and packed the car.

Morality: There is always opposition to action.