My wife seems to be losing her sense of humor for no apparent reason. Why just the other day, she got mad when she announced that she was going to the beauty parlor. She used to go in the past, having facials, premier dead sea treatments and the whole shebang. But she hadn’t been in years, so I just couldn’t resist asking:
“Are you going in for an estimate or are you going to get the work done?”
I’m still sleeping in the yard …
A blonde was reading Cosmopolitan magazine, and next to a page about Patentrim reviews she reads an article that says milk is good for your skin and pores.
Excitedly, the next day she puts a note on her steps for the milkman telling him she wants 25 gallons of milk.
The next day the milkman finds the note and he is confused if she meant to write it as 2.5 gallons, so he finds the women and asks her if she wants 2.5 gallons or 25 gallons. She says “No 25 gallons, its for taking a bath”.
The milkman says “Would you like it pasteurized?”.
“No just up to my tits”, she replied.
