BackstreetBabe
28-03-2001, 06:13 PM
Hard Questions
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Little Johnny went up to his father and
asked, "Dad, where did all of my intelligence
come from?"
Johnny's father replied, "Well, son, you
must have gotten it from your mother, 'cause
I still have mine."
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Reality Check
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A husband and wife were having dinner at a very fine restaurant
when this absolutely stunning young woman comes over to their
table, gives the husband a big open mouthed kiss, then says she'll
see him later and walks away.
The wife glares at her husband and says, "Who the hell was
that?"
"Oh," replies the husband, "she's my mistress."
"Well, that's the last straw," says the wife. "I've had enough.
I want a divorce!"
I can understand that," replies her husband, "but remember, if
we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris,
no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany,
no more Infiniti or Lexus in the garage and no more yacht club.
But the decision is yours."
Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous
babe on his arm.
"Who's that woman with Jim?" asks the wife.
"That's his mistress," says her husband.
"Ours is prettier," she replies.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Little Johnny went up to his father and
asked, "Dad, where did all of my intelligence
come from?"
Johnny's father replied, "Well, son, you
must have gotten it from your mother, 'cause
I still have mine."
=====================================
Reality Check
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
A husband and wife were having dinner at a very fine restaurant
when this absolutely stunning young woman comes over to their
table, gives the husband a big open mouthed kiss, then says she'll
see him later and walks away.
The wife glares at her husband and says, "Who the hell was
that?"
"Oh," replies the husband, "she's my mistress."
"Well, that's the last straw," says the wife. "I've had enough.
I want a divorce!"
I can understand that," replies her husband, "but remember, if
we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris,
no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany,
no more Infiniti or Lexus in the garage and no more yacht club.
But the decision is yours."
Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous
babe on his arm.
"Who's that woman with Jim?" asks the wife.
"That's his mistress," says her husband.
"Ours is prettier," she replies.