it just never ends well

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magnumdart

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A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in their
bed. She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him.

She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in
front of him.

He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall.

She watches as he wiped a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.

"What's the matter, dear?" she whispers as she steps into the room, "Why
are you down here at this time of night?"

The husband looks up from is coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we
were dating, and you were only 16?" he asks solemnly.

The wife is touched to tears thinking that her husband is so caring and
sensitive. "Yes I do," she replies.

The husband paused. The words were not coming easily. "Do you remember
when your father caught us in the back seat of my car making love?"

"Yes, I remember," said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.

The husband continued. "Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my
face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I will send you to jail
for 20 years?'"

"I remember that too" she replied softly.

He wiped another tear from his cheek and said......"I would have gotten
out today."




Mildred, 93, was despondent over the
recent death of her husband Earl, so she decided to just kill herself
and join him in death. Thinking it would be best to get it
over with quickly, she took out Earl's old Army pistol and made the decision to
shoot herself in the heart since it was so badly broken in the first place.
Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become
a vegetable and a burden to someone, she called
her doctor's office to learn her heart's exact location.
"Since you're a woman," the doctor said,
"your heart is just below your left breast. Why do you ask?"
She hung up without answering. Later that night,
Mildred was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound to her knee.
 
Those were good. Here's a pic of poor old Mildred

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I had a Great Aunt named Mildred that I loved dearly who has passed on from this world. :crybaby: I am shocked and offended that you have used the name Mildred in such a crude and hurtful way! Please send me 1 million dollars to help me deal with it. Thank you. (Or, instead of the money, you could just send me one of the new Mopar Performance 410 cubic inch six pack stroker crate engines.) \\:D/


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Yall so funny when you work together. :toothy7:
 
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