Irrational Bitch Disease

A sportif was sitting quietly reading his paper when the missus walked up behind him and whacked him upside the head with a magazine.

"That was pourquoi?" he ventured.

"That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name 'Laura Lou' written on it," she replied.

"Mais, c'est merde tout ça! From two weeks ago when I go to ze track, Laura Lou iz ze name of ze horse I bet on!" he explained.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," she said. "I should have known there was a good explanation."

Three days later he was watching a total UEFA soporific on the idiot box when she walked up and hit him upside the head with a cast-iron skillet, knocking him out cold.

Coming to, he inquired: "Eh bien, pourquoi ça, ma cherie?"

She replied: "Your horse has called."

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