God damn you man, you turned the tap on too tight again, I can't drink water. Ah well you woman, I thought it was tight well, why do you say it's bad? It's bad, it doesn't drop. It's not bad, but that's why I squeezed it, it was leaking. What don't you understand? Leave the brandy and come here and let go, I'm dying of thirst. I'm coming, don't scold me. Look, just two fingers spin and it works. Women are still frail, starving with a knife in one hand and bread in the other. What would you do without me? You'd end up on the other side.
Sanda Vaideș
What league is this guy in? Heaven or Hell? Saint Peter stares dumbfounded at the late Vito Leone's long list of benefactions and assassinations. He had helped the oppressed, strangled rivals, founded orphanages, buried an unknown number of opponents in cement, for many years he had financed the canteens for the poor and blackmailed thousands of people. He had set up a powerful and generous philanthropic society in the shadow of which he had built an empire of crime. The all-knowing mustacea, pretending to have piled his Holy Nails. Flip a coin, Petre.
Iulia Anastasia Roșca
I'm closing my eyes for two seconds, okay? It's three, I'm wood. The dog is prancing on the creaky floor, tearing his fur, allergic. Baby wakes up and cries, I hear snot. My man's tossing and turning in bed like he's on fire. Bam, he pulls a leg and anesthetizes me on the spot. I get out of bed, put the baby to my boob and pull the snot out at lightning speed. Baby and all, I give the puppy some ointment and, hap, a pill. I dispense the CBD oil, my man's mouth open, I pour 3 drops down the throat. I have the most wonderful mărțișori[1] in the world.
[1] Mărțișor - A small ornament tied with a red and white braided thread, which is given as a gift as a sign of the arrival of spring, especially to women and girls on the 1st of March.
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