From: R.P.
A couple had only been married for two weeks. Although very much in love, he couldn't wait to go out on the town and party with his old buddies, so he said to his new wife, "Honey, I'll be right back."
"Where are you going, coochy cooh?" asked the wife.
"I'm going to the bar, pretty face. I'm going to have a beer."
The wife said, "You want a beer, my love?" She opened the refrigerator door
and showed him 25 different kinds of beer, from 12 different countries.
The husband didn't know what to do, and all he could think of saying was,
"Yes, lollypop...but at the bar...you know...they have frozen glasses..."
He didn't get to finish the sentence, because the wife interrupted him by
saying, "You want a frozen glass, puppy face?" She took a huge beer mug out
of the freezer, so frozen that he got chills just holding it.
The husband, looking a bit pale, said, "Yes, tootsie roll, but at the bar
they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious. I won't be long, I
promise. OK?"
"You want hors d'oeuvres, poochy pie?" She opened the oven and took out 5
dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in blankets,
mushroom caps, pork strips, etc.
"But my sweet honey... at the bar... you know... there's swearing, dirty words and all that..."
"You want dirty words, cutie pie?"
"LISTEN UP, DICKHEAD! DRINK YOUR #$%^%& BEER IN YOUR *()%$ FROZEN MUG AND
EAT YOUR )*&^%^ SNACKS! YOU'RE MARRIED NOW AND YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!
GOT IT, ASSHOLE?"
And they lived happily ever after. Isn't that a sweet story?
--- Tamara P Duvall http://lorien.emufarm.org/~tpd Lexington, Virginia, USA (Formerly of Warsaw, Poland) Healthy US through The No-CARB Diet: no C-heney, no A-shcroft, no R-umsfeld, no B-ush.
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