A man was quietly reading his paper in the den, when his wife sneaked up behind him and whacked him on the head with a magazine.
“What the heck was thát for..?”, he asked, rubbing his ear.
“That was for that little piece of paper in your trousers’ pocket with ‘Laura Lou’ scribbled on it!”, she replied.
“Jeez Louise! Two weeks ago, when I went to the races, Laura Lou was the name of one of the horses I bet on! I bloody well bought you flowers with the winnings..!”, he explained, still rubbing his ear.
“Oh darling, I'm so sorry!”, she said, “I should have known there’d be a simple explanation...”
Three days later he was in the den watching TV, when once again she sneaked up behind him and whacked him on the head again, but this time with a frying pan, which clearly knocked him out cold.
When he finally came to, he mumbled, “What the hell was thát all about..?!”
She cooly replied, “Your horse called...”
Three days later he was in the den watching TV, when once again she sneaked up behind him and whacked him on the head again, but this time with a frying pan, which clearly knocked him out cold.
When he finally came to, he mumbled, “What the hell was thát all about..?!”
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