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10-16-2008, 04:14 PM | #1 |
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Then the fight started CON'T.
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 a sked 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 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..... |