My wife has become very insecure in her middle age. “I’m so jealous of you,” she said. “You’re still good looking and full of confidence.” “Don’t be silly,” I replied. “It should be me who is jealous of you.” “Really?” she asked, as her face lit up. “Of course,” I said. “You get to be married to me. I’m stuck with a fат arsed, miserable вiтсh.”
My wife has become very insecure in her middle age.
“I’m so jealous of you,” she said. “You’re still good looking and full of confidence.”
“Don’t be silly,” I replied. “It should be me who is jealous of you.”
“Really?” she asked, as her face lit up.
“Of course,” I said. “You get to be married to me. I’m stuck with a fат arsed, miserable вiтсh.”