On my wife's birthday, I packed a fairly decent amount of not large notes, put in the pocket of kangaroos, with the desire to run to the jewelry store in the morning. He fell on a chair and fell asleep. At the same time her mistress’s instinct awoke and, apparently, along with her mountain of laundry in the laundry machine got my masquerade under the white pants. In the morning was just a shocking cry on the apartment "CANDY- BANKOOMAAAT!!!!!and "
I decided not to take it, I am unlikely to get such joy again 😉