I took a bird back to my house the other night. “Why are all of these photos turned the other way?” she asked, confused. “They’re pictures of my wife,” I replied. “They’re just too painful to look at.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” she stammered, “I didn’t know. How did it happen, if you don’t mind me asking?” “Both of her parents were ugly,” I replied.
I took a bird back to my house the other night. “Why are all of these photos turned the other way?” she asked, confused.
“They’re pictures of my wife,” I replied. “They’re just too painful to look at.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she stammered, “I didn’t know. How did it happen, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Both of her parents were ugly,” I replied.