p_p_man
The 'Euro' European
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- Feb 18, 2001
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This bloke is sitting reading his newspaper when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan.
"What was that for?" he asks.
"That was for the piece of paper in your trouser pocket with the
name Mary-Ellen written on it," she replies.
"Don't be crazy," he explains,"two weeks ago when I went to the
races, Mary-Ellen was the name of one of the horses I bet on."
She seems satisfied at this, apologises, and goes off to do
work around the house.
Three days later he's again sitting in his chair reading when she
nails him with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him out cold.
When he comes around, he says,"what the heck was that for?"
"Your fucking horse phoned!"
"What was that for?" he asks.
"That was for the piece of paper in your trouser pocket with the
name Mary-Ellen written on it," she replies.
"Don't be crazy," he explains,"two weeks ago when I went to the
races, Mary-Ellen was the name of one of the horses I bet on."
She seems satisfied at this, apologises, and goes off to do
work around the house.
Three days later he's again sitting in his chair reading when she
nails him with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him out cold.
When he comes around, he says,"what the heck was that for?"
"Your fucking horse phoned!"
