Saturday, February 25, 2012

Selling my stuff

One lazy Sunday morning the man and his wife were quietly and thoughtfully sitting around the breakfast table when he unexpectedly  said,"  When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff right away."
"Now why would you want me to do something like that?"  she asked.
"I figure a woman as fine as yourself would eventually marry, and I don't want some other asshole using my stuff."
She looked at him intently and said, "What makes you think I would  marry another asshole!"

I guess they had been married long enough.---johnnyb