I woke up this morning at 8, and could smell something was wrong. I got
downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing!
I panicked. I didn't know what to do. Then I remembered McDonald's serves
breakfast until 11:30.
My missus packed my bags, and as I walked out the front door, she screamed,
"I wish you a slow and painful death, you b@$t@rd!"
"Oh," I replied, "so now you want me to stay!"
The other night, my wife asked me how many women I'd slept with. I told her,
"Only you. All the others kept me awake all night!"
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