Bob and John are best friends. They take their wives out for dinner one night and on the way back, Bob, from the back seat says Hey John, can I sleep with your wife?
Johns says, well, I guess it's only fair.
Johns says, well, I guess it's only fair.
Back in the 70's my wife and I lived in Chicago. I swear she could smell if a cigar had been smoked in O'Hare International a week before, but was unable to detect the clutch she was burning through at an alarming rate.
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A good wife is like a bottle of ketchup.
They can be very tasteful.
They can last an incredible amount of time.
And every once in a while you have to turn them over and pound them on the bottom.
They can be very tasteful.
They can last an incredible amount of time.
And every once in a while you have to turn them over and pound them on the bottom.
I just read that 4,783 people got married in my city last year.
Now I don't want to cause any trouble but shouldn't that be an even number?
Now I don't want to cause any trouble but shouldn't that be an even number?
It was a cloudy and gloomy the day we buried Granny.
As we walked back to the car, lightning and a loud clap of thunder shook us. Grandpa looks over at me and says, hmmm... she got there pretty quick.
As we walked back to the car, lightning and a loud clap of thunder shook us. Grandpa looks over at me and says, hmmm... she got there pretty quick.