In the morning Vovochka comes up to her mother: “Mom, mom, why did dad crap himself tonight?”
– Where did you get the idea? “And when I walked past your room at night, I heard you say to him: “How long will I crumple this crap in my hands?”
In the morning Vovochka comes up to her mother: “Mom, mom, why did dad crap himself tonight?”
– Where did you get the idea? “And when I walked past your room at night, I heard you say to him: “How long will I crumple this crap in my hands?”