There comes a time when a woman just has to trust her husband...
For example....
The wife comes home late at night and quietly opens the door to her bedroom.
From under the blanket she sees four legs instead of two. She reaches for a baseball bat and starts hitting
the blanket as hard as she can.
Leaving the covered bodies groaning, she goes to the kitchen to have a drink.
As she enters, she sees her husband there, reading a magazine.
"Hi, sweetheart," he says.
"Your parents have come to visit us, so l let them stay in our bedroom.
Did you say hi?"
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owch :deadhorse: X:X
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X:X :lau: Poaching this for FB!
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