Yesterday, the husband brought a cute bottle with a sprayer. I turned him in my hand, thinking of myself:
What are the perfumes? There are no labels.
It smells, it does not smell. I ask my husband:
This is what? A gift to me?
He answered:
This is a gift, not to you, but to me.
What’s inside, I don’t know.
– Drink, – replies a happy husband.
- A-a-a-a, I understood, - I extended, - you are going to spray alcohol in your mouth instead of a breath refresher? for the mood.
"Why do you have a perverted understanding," laughed the husband, "I am going to spit the plates with alcohol, because it is more convenient to spit them out of the sprayer, and if you get me, I will spit in my mouth to ease.(c)Kazan_love