One day I was invited to my birthday. I came in a new pink cocktail and, in the process of the feast, threw a cup over myself. Well, I washed it in the bathroom and let it dry (the mistress gave me a T-shirt).

In the evening, I think, well all, the stove dried up, went to the bathroom to dress.

I wear a coat, and it is small for me. It is so small that I look like a branch in a net.

I probably stood in front of the mirror for half an hour trying to understand how the cowboy sat.

And it turned out that the hostess had exactly the same coffe, only three sizes smaller and they decided to play me =_=