A man is quietly reading his paper when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan.
“What was that for?” he exclaims.
“That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Jenny written on it”, she replies.
“Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Jenny was the name of one of the horses I bet on”, he explains. She looks satisfied, apologizes, and goes off to do work around the house.
Three days later he is watching TV when his wife bashes him on the head with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him out cold. Upon re-gaining consciousness the man asks why she had hit again.
Wife replies. “Your horse phoned”.
“What was that for?” he exclaims.
“That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Jenny written on it”, she replies.
“Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Jenny was the name of one of the horses I bet on”, he explains. She looks satisfied, apologizes, and goes off to do work around the house.
Three days later he is watching TV when his wife bashes him on the head with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him out cold. Upon re-gaining consciousness the man asks why she had hit again.
Wife replies. “Your horse phoned”.
