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As for socks.



I really want to believe that the majority of women with whipping around the house

Men’s socks don’t match. The below story,

It may be useful for those whom this little thing ruins life.



There was no special relationship with the socks of Sani. He simply

filmed and, crossing these not too attractive columns, went to the shower.

Or to dinner. Or other household affairs. In short, his socks are not

Knives at all.



Sanya swore (and most likely it was true) that the process of removal and

The shoes are buried automatically. This was a plus –

Every morning (and even when he came home for lunch break) he wore a new clothes.

A couple. But there was also a disadvantage – once a month socks were purchased large

a party to replenish a legion of sweatshirt products,

Dispersed around the house.



Lie somewhere on the carpet, the socks, according to Sanin's opinion, could merge with

Organically fit into the apartment landscape. and Careful

hidden behind the chair, quietly lying there, in silence and peace, no one

and touch. Pulled under the bath, they reminded themselves only of themselves.

When it was necessary, wash your shoes. The socks were buried.

They lay on the floor for a couple of days and then moved again.

Until the better times.



This idyll continued until Sanina's life broke in.

and Iroca. And Irocka... Eyes – two brilliants in three carats, curls, sponges –

The song...

Familial happiness broke into the apartment, not even paying attention to the fact that

Behind the entrance doors are two orphan socks...one grey, the other

The White.



In addition to the beautiful wife in Sanin's house came comfort. He was caught with a

It’s very common for almost all newly married young women.

Everything shone, shone, smelled of furniture and “Mr. Muscle.”

So the first shy socks first appeared in the hallway. Then they

They started to sleep in chairs together, then apart, as needed. Then for

With the covered tub was found the richest layer... Then in the kitchen for

The gardens...



Six months later, Irochka, wiping out of the couch another "strategic"

Reserve,” she suddenly sat down and cried. She honestly admitted that everything

Traditional methods of persuasion - from the murmuring "cat, well, again I

Something discovered...” before the hysterical “Ely-Fall, AGAIN!!” Do not carry

No positive shift. The socks flourished and multiplied in some way.

unthinkable, from the point of view of science, progress, and discovered themselves not

In the best way, suddenly falling out there, it goes.



Philosophical immersions of the type: "I love him and should love his socks..."

manipulation "so cute, our future children will be just as dispersed

“Our shoes” and “abstract calls” come to us, and here are the people.

The socks!” He worked for a couple or three hours. After that

A fresh couple was found under the TV or on a furry carpet.

In the toilet...



One wonderful evening, coming from work and finding in a newspaper,

in the corridor, two pieces in a neutral small rompic, Irochka decided that

The family life gave so much crack that no one in this house

What does not put that the stupid habit of Sane is more sweet...

There were a lot of other conclusions that a woman is capable of.

Affection, but not about that.

Leaving in the backpack a simple female set (a woman who did not take it with her)

all the cosmetics and clothes, along with the hangers, always hopes to return -

by PREM. The Aut.) I decided to leave. Inside it all broke.

The soul demanded unclearly what revenge, and his plan.

I found myself in Irvine’s head.



Sanya came home in the most beautiful mood. A wolf with a wolf

agreed to help persuade Irocka to go to the shelters tomorrow, despite

“Mommy season”, tomorrow Saturday, in a large pack of smoked carp and

Nine bottles of "Baltic", shorter... life smiled to both Sane and his friends.



Irishkin, I am at home! My husband announced from the threshold. I am not alone...

On turning on the light in the hallway, Sanya grumbled.



On the hooks of the hallways were most directly hanged.

The women’s pants. White, black and red... Beautiful so... They were

New, very cozy, and smelled great from them. on the horns,

At the same time, he talked about a funny militiamen, delighting his camouflage eye.

The color.



Rapidly grabbed the married "good", Sanya sent friends to the kitchen, noticing

at the edge of the eyes of another couple of female causandals, concealed for paintings and

A huge cactus in the living room.



And in the kitchen... In the kitchen, Lishka and the wolf were already inappropriately eye-catching.

brushes, magnetized to the refrigerator, on socks, wrapped

around the carniss and a shirt with an upper rubber, descending from the luster...



While friends graciously roasted, a sweaty and shaken husband

Corshun flew through the kitchen, extracting "women's happiness" from all imaginable and

Impossible places. The last drop was a dishwasher, where the tired and

Evil as the devil used the glasses under the beer. Opening the door of Sanya,

who always impressed employees with cleanliness and clarity of speech, issued a whole

A series of non-parliamentary expressions...in every cup and every cup of tea

Irock was methodically pushed silicone bars, strings, golfers

And this kind of stuffy product...



What to do, the demonstration was designed only for Sanya... Who knew,

That the presence of Lashka with the Wolf will give her such a stunning success...



“Use the enemy’s force against it itself” – the oldest teaching.

Japanese martial arts. For the third year, Sanya, laughing, stored

Socks only in the underwear basket. And his two-year-old son,

Teached...