<Selling my stuff when I die..The older you are, and the longer you've been married, the funnier this is>.....
One lazy Sunday morning the wife and I were quiet and thoughtful, sitting around the breakfast table when I said to her unexpectedly,
"When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff immediately."
"Now why would you want me to do something like that?" she asked.
"I figure a woman as fine as yourself would eventually remarry and I don't want some asss-hole using my stuff."
She looked at me intently and said: "What makes you think I'd marry another asss-hole?"..........
<Absolute True story: I said to my wife after some minor discussion over who was the Alpha dog in our house..her or me.., and wishing to make a telling point I said......." and I don't want no Uncle Cyril wearing my bloody pyjamas and my bloody slippers, when I'm gone.....she looked at me and said......"They won't fit him!"........<how do you top that?...I didn't try>.....
-- Edited by Goldfinger on Sunday 26th of April 2015 10:06:19 AM
<Selling my stuff when I die..The older you are, and the longer you've been married, the funnier this is>.....
One lazy Sunday morning the wife and I were quiet and thoughtful, sitting around the breakfast table when I said to her unexpectedly,
"When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff immediately."
"Now why would you want me to do something like that?" she asked.
"I figure a woman as fine as yourself would eventually remarry and I don't want some asss-hole using my stuff."
She looked at me intently and said: "What makes you think I'd marry another asss-hole?"..........
<Absolute True story: I said to my wife after some minor discussion over who was the Alpha dog in our house..her or me.., and wishing to make a telling point I said......." and I don't want no Uncle Cyril wearing my bloody pyjamas and my bloody slippers, when I'm gone.....she looked at me and said......"They won't fit him!"........<how do you top that?...I didn't try>.....
-- Edited by Goldfinger on Sunday 26th of April 2015 10:06:19 AM