He was sitting quietly reading his paper when his wife walked up
behind him and whacked him on the head with a rolled up
magazine.
"Ouch!! What the hell was that for?" he asked.
That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the
name Mary Lou written on it," she replied.
Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Mary Lou was the name
of one of the horses I bet on," he explained.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," she said. "I should have known there
was a good explanation."
Three days later he was watching a ball game on TV when she
walked up and hit him in the head again, this time with an iron
skillet, which knocked him out cold.
When he came to, he asked, "Now what the hell was that for?"
She replied, "Your horse called."
behind him and whacked him on the head with a rolled up
magazine.
"Ouch!! What the hell was that for?" he asked.
That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the
name Mary Lou written on it," she replied.
Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Mary Lou was the name
of one of the horses I bet on," he explained.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," she said. "I should have known there
was a good explanation."
Three days later he was watching a ball game on TV when she
walked up and hit him in the head again, this time with an iron
skillet, which knocked him out cold.
When he came to, he asked, "Now what the hell was that for?"
She replied, "Your horse called."
