«After fifty years of marriage, I looked at my wife one day and said, ‘Fifty years ago, we had a small house, an old car, we slept on the couch and watched a tiny black-and-white TV, but every night, I went to bed with a beautiful 19-year-old woman.’
Now, I have a big, expensive house, lots of fancy cars, a huge bed in a lavish bedroom, a wide-screen TV, but I sleep in the same bed with a 69-year-old woman.
I’m starting to question my marriage.’
My wife is a very wise woman.
She didn’t get upset or scold me. Instead, she suggested I find a 19-year-old girl, and she’d take care of making sure I end up in a small house again, sleeping on a sagging couch, watching a black-and-white TV.
Aren’t women just amazing? They really know how to fix all their husbands’ problems!’
She didn’t get upset or scold me.
Instead, she suggested I find a 19-year-old girl, and she’d take care of making sure I end up in a small house again, sleeping on a sagging couch, watching a black-and-white TV.
Aren’t women just amazing? They really know how to fix all their husbands’ problems!’
