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Fun Stuff

No post in a long while, what is wrong with me?! guess I've been kinda...busy, yes that's it!! I've been busy and uninspired!!, so here are a few funnies I thought I would share.

I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
'I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.
'He said, 'Aren't you worried about the mad cow?'
'Nah, she can order for herself.'

And that's when the fight started.....


One year, a husband decided to buy his mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift. The next year, he didn't buy her a gift. When she asked him why, he replied,
"Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"

And that's how the fight started.....


My wife and I are watching Who Wants to Be a Millionaire while we were in bed.
I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have sex?' 'No,' she answered. I then said,
'Is that your final answer?' She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying 'Yes.'
So I said, 'Then I'd like to phone a friend.'

And that's when the fight started....

Happy Monday my friends, enjoy your day....

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