Original title: Happy smile: I forced tears and said: You hit the wrong type! Whose husband is this? Can it be transferred
The editor came from a heartache that there was no access: riding an electric donkey home from the town, I saw the village chief sitting there crying in blood at a bend, and I hurried to ask... The village chief choked up and pointed to the sparse Buick that fell on the side of the road and said, "Look at my car!" I quickly comforted and said: "It's good that the person is fine, if the car is broken, then buy a new one..." The village chief said: "Look in the car..." I leaned over to take a closer look, a charming woman was unconscious in the car, I called 120 while comforting: "She is just unconscious, just send it to the hospital to see!" The village chief cried even harder: "I know she's fine, you take a closer look at her mouth..."
The editor comes from a heartache called no access: I remember that when I was a child, there were always words in textbooks, bees collecting honey for humans, plants blooming beautiful flowers to please humans... I always feel weird when I grow up. Nature really does not exist for human beings, don't let children feel that they are the masters of the earth, is it not good to teach them to be friends with other creatures?
The editor came from a heartache called no access: the leader woke up in the morning to find little DD red in a circle, scared. If you can't find out the reason by consulting an andrologist in the hospital, it is recommended to transfer to the infectious disease department. The young nurse said, "Don't be busy, let me see." So, he took an alcohol swab and wiped the perimeter of the small DD. Say: "It's okay, it's lipstick, the waterproof kind." The doctor was embarrassed and sighed: "If you want to study comprehensively, if you are not proficient, you will be eliminated"...
The editor came from a kind of heartache called no access: my cousin was on a business trip, and he was walking around the railway station square, and was stopped by a big sister: "Young man, stay, there are beautiful women to accompany." Cousin: "Thank you, big sister, my car will drive in ten minutes." Big sister: "It's time, it's time!" I clearly felt that he was insulted and would be full of hatred for the train station in this life!!!、
The editor came from a heartache called no access: Dad went fishing. His mother reminded him: "The weather is bad today, remember to bring an umbrella and raincoat." "Dad said yes. The old mother continued to remind him: "Boiling water in your own pot and drinking it." "Dad said yes. The old mother said again: "Your heart is not very good, whether you are fishing or not, don't get excited, and remember to bring the medicine with you." "Dad said yes. The mother then reminded: "Remember to put cigarettes and lighters in your pocket and smoke as little as possible." "Dad said yes. The old mother thought about it and said, "Since you go fishing, you have to bring a maza, a fishing basket, a net, and earthworms for fishing." Dad said, "Okay, good, take it all." Half an hour later, Dad came back with his head drawn. The old mother asked, "What is today?" How did you go home so quickly? Dad said, "Wife, you reminded me to bring so many things, but you didn't remind me to bring a fishing rod." ”
The editor came from a kind of heartache called no access: the master and apprentice dinner, after three rounds of drinking, the master melody answered a phone call very anxiously, said to leave for a while, I asked him: "What happened?" Master: "My brother and daughter-in-law called and said that they were going to give birth, and there was no one at home, so they asked me to help!" Me: "Then go quickly, don't kill anyone." He hurriedly drove away, and 20 minutes later, the master limped back, and I asked him: "Born a boy or a girl?" Master: "I don't know, I won't know until 10 months later..."
The editor came from a heartache that he had no access: he was sleeping early in the morning and was woken up by a loudspeaker downstairs. A boy holding a loudspeaker is courting upstairs. A girl shouted: You die this heart, I will not be your girlfriend, unless God thunders I will promise you. In view of the boy's persistence, I took out the remaining two kicks from the corner of the balcony, silently lit them and threw them downstairs. Brother, the rest is up to you.
The editor comes from a kind of heartache called no access: Hey, wife, I paid my salary today, we went to dinner in the evening, bought you cosmetics by the way, bought a few sets of clothes, 3.8 Women's Day is here, the necklace you saw last time also bought it together, don't save money for me anymore, my husband earns money and his wife spends it, love you..." I forced tears and told him: You made the wrong call! Whose husband is this? Can I transfer the property?
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