A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
"HONEY,
COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW".
COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW".
HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
"FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO".
"FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO".
FINE,
THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
"WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT "
"WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT "
TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
"FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T T HINK SO".
"FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T T HINK SO".
"FINE", SHE SAYS
"THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
TO THE FRONT DOOR?
THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK "
"THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
TO THE FRONT DOOR?
THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK "
"I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
WANT TO FIX STEPS".
HE SAYS, "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!! "
WANT TO FIX STEPS".
HE SAYS, "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!! "
SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
COUPLE OF HOURS......................... ..........
COUPLE OF HOURS......................... ..........
HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
TO GO HOME
HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
TO GO HOME
AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE, HE NOTICES
THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE, HE SEES THE
HALL LIGHT IS WORKING.
HALL LIGHT IS WORKING.
AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
"HONEY", HE ASKS, "HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?"
SHE SAID, "WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
SHE SAID, "WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
J UST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE".
ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE".
HE SAID,
"SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?"
"SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?"
SHE REPLIED,
"HELLOOOOO..
DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKERWRITTEN
ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO!"
"HELLOOOOO..
DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKERWRITTEN
ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO!"
Thanks Norman
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