однажды у нас с Микой кончилась туалетная бумага, но вместо того чтобы пойти в магазин, мы пошли в бар и наебенились.
выходим из бара, Мика гордо достаёт из рукава рулон туалетной бумаги, который она из бара спиздила
в ответ достаю рулон, который спиздил я.
романтика жива.
This is what "married for 20 years" means (short story).
My wife went to a local market where a lot of people were selling handmade items. I couldn't join her, because I had some other stuff to do, but once finished, I headed to the market myself, because I wanted to check it out too. In the meantime my wife needed to get the kids home, so we just missed each other at the market. I browsed around, there were some really nice handmade stuff and I wanted to buy something. I called my wife to see if she had already bought something, but she didn't pick up her phone. I really liked the items from some lady making pottery and bought one thing I don't even know the name for (it's like a ceramic "spoon rest" so you can put your tasting spoon in it while you cook). She had several of those and I picked one with red poppies drawn over it. Went home and showed it to my wife. She just looked at me, didn't say a word, and she opened her bag and showed me the exact same "spoon rest" she had bought from the same lady! What? 🤯 We basically chose one of the 30 or so people selling at the market, chose the same exact item and chose the one with the same drawing on it.