A joke for you
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Something that was said at the breakfast table this morning (I fail to remember what) reminded me of a bad joke. When I said that, nobody wanted to hear it at that time. Therefore, I’m posting it here so that instead of making the 4 people at the breakfast table groan I can (theoretically) sicken everyone on the internet.
There’s this woman whose hair color is not relevant to the story and she suspects her husband is cheating on her. In an effort to catch him in the act, she leads him to believe that she’s going to be out of town for a couple of days then she goes to spend the afternoon with a friend before returning home. When she gets home, she stops out back to check the moth traps that she has set up when she hears her husband talking to someone who is obviously not just a buddy.
She goes into the house and gets her gun then bursts into the bedroom where she finds her husband in bed with another woman. She presses the pistol firmly against her own temple and starts cussing her husband out.
The man begins pleading with her not to kill herself. The angry wife looks coolly at them and says, “You’d better start saying your prayers, fella, because you’re next.”
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