dossy7 wrote:If u reach number twelve utakuwa kama huyu mtu
A husband crawls back home drunk on night. Next day he wakes up with a hangover and sees that the whole house is clean and his shirts are laundered and there is a breakfast already prepared.
So he asks his son: "Hey Billy, what is up, why is your mother so nice to me considering my condition last night?"
Billy answers: "Well, yesterday when she was pulling your pants off you were yelling 'Get away from me, bitch! I'm married!'"

, she should have tried the next step.
Don't wait for the Last Judgment. It happens every day. ~Albert Camus, The Fall, 1956