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Recently a friend told how he got drunk and tried to sleep before the wife. He comes home, all dirty, clothes torn, no points and knocking on the door. He opens some kind of blur. He immediately hands over a bouquet of flowers and tries to link a couple of sentences like "honey, I only drank a little, do not be angry". In General, I went home, somehow got undressed, went to bed. Another 5 minutes Declaration of love, then hugged close behind, nice smelling body and fell asleep. I woke up from the gentle voice "my panuska, get up, Breakfast is waiting for you". The male voices. The voice of his neighbor gay... sobered up immediately and live in shorts and ran out of there. Now looking for a new apartment to rent, and there is afraid to run into him))