Tatiana Pervykh. In the fight against cockroaches ... (№ 412920)

In the fight against cockroaches in my husband's head, mine brought prisoners.
I fed, got drunk, put everyone on the shelves to sleep. In the morning early, with the first thought in my head, fierce arguments began and porridge was brewed. I decided to turn off my brains by shopping. Let them sit and smirke themselves.
Only in the evening I turned on the TV, deciding to watch a love melodrama, as here in my head went the disgruntled cries of her husband's cockroaches with the demands of football, beer and vobla. Deciding that it was too much to tolerate in my own head the cries of fans with beer and fish frenzy, drank a horse dose of sleeping pills and cut everyone to sleep.
In the morning, the brains were smoking, in my head a revolutionary Maidan with demands for equality and democracy. Small cockroaches went into the opposition of her husband - traitors! Staged a gas and water attack with mineral water, dispersing the demonstrators, but the attempts were in vain. I decided to use heavy artillery and drank a solid portion of vodka. The husband's cockroaches, straightening the hussar mustache, began to molest the ladies. A drunken Kama Sutra was swarming in my head all night.
In the morning I realized early that with such a pace, a Chinese maternity hospital would soon be in my head. Therefore, wearing white lace panties with the flag of negotiations, they signed a non-aggression pact with her husband, after which all the prisoners returned home.
My husband's cockroaches in love began to write poetry, sending fluids to my lovely ladies, who enthusiastically reveled in love, feeling like muses. Peace and grace reigned in our heads.