Then the fight started.....
When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I
take her someplace expensive....
so, I took her to a gas station..... and then the fight started....
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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office
to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter a sked me for
my driver ' s license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized
I had left my wallet at home.
I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would
have to go home and come back later.
The woman said, ' Unbutton your shirt ' .
So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.
She said, ' That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me '
and she processed my Social Security application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my
experience at the Social Security office.
She said, ' You should have dropped your pants. You
might have gotten disability, too '
And then the fight started.....
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My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high
school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as
she sat alone at a nearby table.
My wife asked, ' Do you know her? '
' Yes, ' I sighed, ' She ' s my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right
after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn ' t been sober since. '
' My God! ' says my wife, ' Who would think a
person could go on celebrating that long? '
And then the fight started.....
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