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And then the fight started...
When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I
take her someplace expensive.... so, I took her to a gas station..... 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 applic ation. 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 and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table. My wife asked,'Do you know her?' 'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.' 'My God!' says my wife, 'Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?' And then the fight started..... |
Oh, Tink, those were so funny!!!! :sidesplit: :sidesplit: I loved #2!!!
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Loved them....LOLOL....#2 was my favorite too.
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I'm in for #3, although they're all very funny.
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Those were good, Tink!!!!! Thank you!!!
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LOL, those were clever. Loved them!
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Those were very funny, I sent them along to my mom.
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Those were funny!!
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