Female stand-up (№ 431332)

I'm actually glad that I didn't have a posh proposal to get married, because then there was a very abrupt transition to ordinary life. A friend of mine made an offer on the roof of one of the towers of Moscow City. The guy brought her there, took off the blindfold from her eyes, everything is covered with white rose petals, there is a white piano and Anton Belyaev is playing behind it. By the way, they have already divorced. And this is not surprising, because this is a fabulous offer. After this, you can't go into everyday life, into this routine. Think about it: the roof, the piano, and then you come, and he's gone to hell, and he's also trying to blame the dog. And the dog is like, "Here you are a scumbag, I actually have Super-Premium food, which can't be said about your "Chebupeli"!