The angry wife met her husband at the door

The angry wife met her husband at the door. His breath stunk of alcohol and his face was plastered with lipstick. “I assume,” she barked, “there is a very good reason for you to come drifting in at six o’clock in the morning?” “There is!” he replied, “Breakfast.”


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