And then the fight started…
My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, ‘What’s on TV?’
I said, ‘Dust.’
And 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…I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took
my order first.
“I’ll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.”
He said, “Aren’t you worried about the mad cow?”
“Nah, she can order for herself.”
And then the fight started…I asked my wife, “Where do you want to go for our anniversary?”
It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.
“Somewhere I haven’t been in a long time!” she said.
So I suggested, “How about the kitchen?”
And that’s when the fight started….
Odata, la serviciu, am dat de o colega nervoasa la toaleta. Iesise din cabina, isi netezea fusta si bombanea: “Stii bancu’ ala cu Itic?”. N-am stiut daca vorbeste cu mine, asa ca am mormait incert, in asa fel incit, la o adica, sa reiasa ca eu de fapt cintam. A continuat si m-a scapat astfel de propria-mi mutra buimaca: “Cica se ruga Itic toata ziua la Dumnezeu: da, Doamne, sa cistig la loterie! Ajuta-ma, Doamne, sa cistig la loterie, hai, Doamne, zau, de ce nu ma ajuti si pe mine sa cistig la loterie?! La un moment dat, Dumnezeu, agasat de atita vaicareala, se repede la el: ma, Itic, pe cuvint ca te-am auzit si m-am straduit din rasputeri, dar te rog frumos, ajuta-ma si tu putin: joaca la loterie!”.