Little Vovochka asks his mother: “Mom, did our dad poop himself at night?” And then at night, when I went to write, I heard you say: “Well, how long will I continue to crumple this crap in my hands?”
Little Vovochka asks his mother: “Mom, did our dad poop himself at night?” And then at night, when I went to write, I heard you say: “Well, how long will I continue to crumple this crap in my hands?”