After dinner, I sit down with my wife. She annoyed me:
What are your socks on my table?! to
I look with amazement - and indeed, her socks are rolling on the table, and those that need to be thrown into the laundry. I say:
I do not know. What are you disturbing, what are you disturbing?
The ashes will fall on them. (We are smoking in the air)
They have to be washed anyway.)
No need to wash them, they are clean.
They are not clean.)
- No, clean, I washed them myself and brought them from the battery here!
- O_O

Where is the logic, fucking?! to