Sunday, July 31, 2011

JOKE: Sell My Stuff

One lazy Sunday morning Joanie and I were quiet and thoughtful, sitting around the breakfast table when I said to her unexpectedly, "When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff, immediately."

"Now why would you want me to do something like that?" she asked.

"I figure a woman as fine as yourself would eventually remarry and I don't want some other asshole using my stuff."

Joanie looked at me intently and said: "Cedric, what makes you think I'd marry another asshole?"

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