This morning, my wife says, “I need $20 to buy a beef roast for dinner tonight.” I exploded. “$20.00! Do you think I’m MADE of money?” I took a $20 bill from my wallet, held it near the bedroom mirror and said, “See this $20? This one is mine and that one in the mirror belongs to you.” I slammed the door between the house and garage and went to work. Tonight, I came home and smelled the most delicious fragrance of roast beef and onions roasting in the oven. To my surprise there were four beautiful uncooked roasts on the counter. My wife was getting ready to freeze them. “My Lord, woman! where did all these beef roasts come from?” She led me to the bedroom and lifted her skirt. She was “Commando” - no underwear. “See the Gates of Paradise over there in the mirror?” she said. “Those are yours.” She pointed to her lоins as she smiled and said, “And these belong to the butcher.”
This morning, my wife says, “I need $20 to buy a beef roast for dinner tonight.”
I exploded. “$20.00! Do you think I’m MADE of money?”
I took a $20 bill from my wallet, held it near the bedroom mirror and said, “See this $20? This one is mine and that one in the mirror belongs to you.”
I slammed the door between the house and garage and went to work.
Tonight, I came home and smelled the most delicious fragrance of roast beef and onions roasting in the oven. To my surprise there were four beautiful uncooked roasts on the counter. My wife was getting ready to freeze them.
“My Lord, woman! where did all these beef roasts come from?”
She led me to the bedroom and lifted her skirt. She was “Commando” - no underwear.
“See the Gates of Paradise over there in the mirror?” she said. “Those are yours.”
She pointed to her lоins as she smiled and said, “And these belong to the butcher.”