The last straw!
Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 5:25 pm
Subject: The Last Straw
A husband and wife were having a fine dining experience at their exclusive country club when this stunning young woman comes over to their table, gives the husband a big kiss, says 'I'll see you later sweety' and walks away.
His wife glares at him and says, “Who was that?!”
“Oh,” replies the husband, “she's my mistress.”
“Well that's the last straw,” says the wife. “I've had enough, I want a divorce. I am going to hire the most aggressive, meanest divorce lawyer I can find and make your life miserable.”
“I can understand that,” replies her husband, “but remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more wintering in Key West,
or the Caribbean, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Mercedes in the garage, no more country club, and we'll have to sell
the 26-room house and move to two smaller homes. But the decision is yours.”
Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous young woman on his arm.
“Who's that with Jim?” asks the wife.
“That's his mistress,” says her husband.
She replies, “Ours is prettier.”
A husband and wife were having a fine dining experience at their exclusive country club when this stunning young woman comes over to their table, gives the husband a big kiss, says 'I'll see you later sweety' and walks away.
His wife glares at him and says, “Who was that?!”
“Oh,” replies the husband, “she's my mistress.”
“Well that's the last straw,” says the wife. “I've had enough, I want a divorce. I am going to hire the most aggressive, meanest divorce lawyer I can find and make your life miserable.”
“I can understand that,” replies her husband, “but remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more wintering in Key West,
or the Caribbean, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Mercedes in the garage, no more country club, and we'll have to sell
the 26-room house and move to two smaller homes. But the decision is yours.”
Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous young woman on his arm.
“Who's that with Jim?” asks the wife.
“That's his mistress,” says her husband.
She replies, “Ours is prettier.”