I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
“I'll have the ribeye steak, medium rare, please.”
He said, “Aren't you worried about the mad cow?”
“Nah, she can order for herself.”
And that's how the fight started.....
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My wife asked me if a certain dress made her butt look big. I told her not as much as the dress she wore yesterday
and then the fight started.....
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