We have been together with a friend for 1.5 years.
By some unspecified method, the duties were distributed, that, mol, I cook, he washes.
Yes, but not about that.
He hangs his clothes again and cries out of the hallway:
I washed your rabbit hats.
I, a man who is not wearing natural fur (not a greenpeace, a kid, just a poor man), stand in confusion in the kitchen and remember that for rabbit hats, and not one, but two (!) is
I approach, think, look, where he dug them out, and here I was surprised: a friend removed some of my wet socks from the linen rope, dressed onto the head, and with the words "what is not a rabbit?" began to playfully hang them in different directions. xd