Ten, women's bathhouse
As expected, Nie Yuan began not to be gloomy and yang. He was neither cold nor hot and ordered me to do things. He either asked me to escort the car or to be a supervisor. What's more incredible is that he asked me to clean the women's bathhouse. I finally realized what it means to be depressed and impotent, but don't be depressed. It's good in the end... But I have to swallow my anger when I see the monthly salary! And it is more and more difficult for me to understand where Tao Yuanming's courage not to bend his waist for five buckets of rice comes from? Didn't he taste the taste of depression, so he would die on his back? This reminds me of the time when I was just looking for a job...
Shuangshuang's figure is stationed in my heart like a demon. Not only does it have no intention to leave, but it seems that there is a plan to settle down... Whenever a person is quiet, he will think of her. Whether it is crying or laughing, it touches me like that, and am I really just A watchman on the road of love? We still torture each other, using tit-for-tat words so that we can remember each other.
"Do you know? The moment I walked into the women's bathhouse, I was stunned. It looked like the first time I walked into the Qin Imperial Mausoleum. It was a place that was more impressive than a spectacle. It was simply a disgrace to human beings. The woman's original shape was exposed. The wall was covered with a thick layer of dust, and various brands of sanitary napkins were scattered everywhere. I covered it with one hand. With my nose and cleaning with one hand, the humiliating and irritating gas made me lose my appetite for three days and be in a trance for three days. If I were a girl, I would definitely cause a moon path disorder or something... For this reason, I specially wrote an oil poem: sanitary napkins blocked the sewer, and condoms were shouting: " Take it quickly. Well, give me freedom "... Isn't it a postmodernist poetic style? As soon as I finished cleaning the women's bathhouse, I found the frost and began to count her...
"No way, is it so exaggerated?" She still said with her irrescinating and irresponsible smile.
Exaggerated and more exaggerated, it has not been said that the only bench in it actually grows fungus plants. Could it be the legendary Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass that can cure all diseases?
You women only know how to wash yourself, but don't you know how to clean up the bathhouse that washes you clean? I said with righteous indignation, just like treating class enemies during the Cultural Revolution
"He also said that he is a Virgo, has a cleanliness fetish, and what is not good for robbery, but he says that he has a cleanliness fetish. For example, if I want to rob, I can only rob money, sex, and robbery... Will people with cleanliness fetish go to such a dirty bathhouse to take a bathhouse? The whole primitive garbage dump," I proudly counted her... As I was talking, I suddenly found a shower in the corner of her house, which was broken!! This is what wronged her. Thirty-six tricks are the top...
"That's all for today. I'll reflect on myself. I'll teach you a lesson when I have time." After that, Harry • Potter used the mop as an aircraft and quickly escaped from the scene. Then naturally came her pig-killing Hedong lion roar, "Fly, get back"... Hey hey Am I that stupid? Get back...
Of course, the monk can't escape the temple. Although I still learned a painful lesson in the end, as long as I see her smile and her proud appearance, I will be satisfied.