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Thursday, October 21. 2010How to start a fightOver the transom: One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift... The next year, I didn't buy her a gift. A few more below the fold - ______________________________
When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the shed, the boat, making beer.. Always something more important to me. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house.. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway." The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp. ______________________________ My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels. She asked, "What's on TV?" I said, "Dust." And then the fight started... ______________________________ Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat up to the van, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day. I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.. I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible." My loving wife of 5 years replied, "And, can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?" And that's how the fight started... ______________________________ My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds." I bought her a bathroom scale. And then the fight started...... ______________________________ After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's License to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later. The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.. When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office... She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.' And then the fight started... ________________________ My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She was not happy with what she saw and said to me, "I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.' I replied, "Your eyesight's perfect." And then the fight started........
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Funny, funny ...... that one about the dust on the TV sounds exactly like something my husband might say to me, though ....
She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds."
Oh man...that's too funny. Funny jokes, but not to those who experienced them. Though it would be argued, anyone who actually said those things, had it coming.
I finally said I'd quit spending money on the whiskey if she'd quit spending money on clothes and makeup.
She said, "But honey I want to look good for you!" I said, "Hell, that's what the whiskey is for." And that's when the fight started. "Funny jokes, but not to those who experienced them."
As Heinlein states in Stranger in a Strange Land, people only laugh at tragedy, something is only humour if someone got hurt. Rolled out o bed and took the Vodka from the ol'lady's drawer.
(We'd be late if she didn't get out of bed... and she did..get out.) Blood in her eye, "Give me back my Vodka!" she squealed. "Yall sayd last nite yall'ren't dirnkin' any more." i sayd. "Well, i ain't drinking any less, either!" she replied. "Yalll're this mornin'." i replied, swallowing half. And then.... I rear-ended a car this morning. So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car. You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just seem funny? Yeah, well I couldn't believe it.... He was a DWARF!!! He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted, "I AM NOT HAPPY!!!"
So, I looked down at him and said, "Well, then which one are you?" And then the fight started..... (from Physic Geek blog) I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason took my order first. "I'll have the steak, medium rare, please."
He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"" Nah, she can order for herself." And then the fight started... (another from the Physics Geek blog) Ken and his wife Edna always went to the state fair, every year. And every year Ken would say, "Edna, I'd like to ride in that helicopter."
And every year Edna would always reply, "I know Ken, but that helicopter ride is fifty bucks. And fifty bucks is fifty bucks." The last year Ken and Edna went to the fair, Ken finally said, "Look, Edna, I'm 75 years old. If I don't ride that helicopter, I might never get another chance." And once again, Edna replied, "Ken that helicopter ride is fifty bucks, and fifty bucks is fifty bucks." The pilot, annoyed by overhearing the couple bickering and fussing, offered "Listen folks, I'll make you a deal. I'll take the both of you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and don't say a word I won't charge you a penny! But if you say one word it's fifty dollars." Ken and Edna agreed and up they went. The pilot wanted the fifty bucks, so he did all kinds of fancy maneuvers. But not a word was heard. He did his daredevil tricks over and over again, but still not a word. As they landed, the pilot hollered over his shoulder, "By golly, I did everything I could to get you to yell out, but you didn't. I'm impressed!" Ken hollered back, "Well, to tell you the truth, I almost said something when Edna fell out. But you know, fifty bucks is fifty bucks!" |
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