On a bitterly cold winter morning a husband and wife in
Dublin were listening to the radio during breakfast. They
heard the announcer say, "We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow
today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the street,
so the snow ploughs can get through." So the good wife went out and
moved her car.
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A week later while they are eating
breakfast again, the radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to 12
inches of snow today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side
of the street, so the snow ploughs can get through." The good wife
went out and moved her car again.
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The next week they are again having breakfast, when the radio announcer says, "We are
expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You must park...." Then the
electric power went out. The good wife was very upset, and with a
worried look on her face she said, "I don't know what to do. Which
side of the street do I need to park on so the snow ploughs can get
through?"
Then with the love and understanding in his voice
that all men who are married to blondes exhibit, the husband
replied, "Why don't you just leave the bloody car in the garage this
time?"
Dublin were listening to the radio during breakfast. They
heard the announcer say, "We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow
today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the street,
so the snow ploughs can get through." So the good wife went out and
moved her car.
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A week later while they are eating
breakfast again, the radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to 12
inches of snow today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side
of the street, so the snow ploughs can get through." The good wife
went out and moved her car again.
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The next week they are again having breakfast, when the radio announcer says, "We are
expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You must park...." Then the
electric power went out. The good wife was very upset, and with a
worried look on her face she said, "I don't know what to do. Which
side of the street do I need to park on so the snow ploughs can get
through?"
Then with the love and understanding in his voice
that all men who are married to blondes exhibit, the husband
replied, "Why don't you just leave the bloody car in the garage this
time?"
