Bob and John are best friends. They take their wives out for dinner one night and on the way back, Bob, from the back seat says Hey John, can I sleep with your wife?
Johns says, well, I guess it's only fair.
Back in the 70's my wife and I lived in Chicago. I swear she could smell if a cigar had been smoked in O'Hare International a week before, but was unable to detect the clutch she was burning through at an alarming rate.
I wonder what jokes women tell about us.
I only know one:
Why is a man like a paving slab?
Because if you lay him good once, you can walk over him for the rest of your life.
A good wife is like a bottle of ketchup.
They can be very tasteful.
They can last an incredible amount of time.
And every once in a while you have to turn them over and pound them on the bottom.
