One lazy Saturday morning a man and his wife were quiet and thoughtful, sitting around the breakfast table when he said to her unexpectedly, "When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff, immediately."
"Now why would you want me to do something like that?" she asked.
"I figure a woman as fine as yourself would eventually remarry and I don't want some other jerk using my stuff."
She looked at him intently and said: "What makes you think I'd marry another jerk?"
Friday, April 29, 2011
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