My wife was on vacation for a month. She returned and found two new pink romantic candles in a bag hanging on the hangar in front of the door. I called to work and asked, “Where did this come from in my house?”

He said the truth: that he went to a friend for the disc. And to the fifth floor lazy to go up - called the home phone to drop off the balcony. The disk is light, screaming for a friend to find a cargo for the package. I started looking, found something, dropped it. I pulled out the disc and hanged the package on the wall.

Well, my wife listened and told me to bring the candles back to my puppets.