Send a few jokes that hurt my stomach, and I will live with this joke this year.

1, according to my mother, once my mother came to have a period, and there were no sanitary napkins at home. Except for her, my mother gave me a few dollars to buy in a small shop in the village. Poor me, who was only five years old at that time, walked hundreds of meters, and my memory was a little vague, so I bought a pack of monosodium glutamate. ...

I was very stupid when I was a child. My uncle came to my house as a guest. Mother asked me to pour tea for my uncle, and I poured the cup into my uncle's hand. I accidentally spilled water on my uncle's pants. After apologizing.

Mom said there was too little water. Let me pour some more. Then I poured the remaining half a glass of water on my uncle's pants. . .