Helen was on her deathbed ,
with her husband Jack at her side.
He held her cold hand and tears silently streamed down his face.
Her pale lip moved. "Jack," she said,"
Hush," he quickly interrupted, "Don't talk."
But she insisted,"Jack,"she said in her tired voice.
"I have to talk.I must confess.”
"There is nothing to confess,"said the weeping Jack.
"It's all right.Everything's all right."
"No,No!I must die in peace.I must confess,Jake ,that I have been unfaithful to you."
Jack stroked her hand .
"Now ,Helen,don't be concerned.I know all about it," he sobbed.
"Why else would I poison you ?"
Our supermarket had a sald on boneless chicken breasts,and a woman I know ontended tostock up .
At the store,However,she was disappointed to find only a few skimpy prepackaged portopnsof the poultry,
so she complained to the butcher.
"don't worry,lady," he said.
"I will pack some more trays and have them ready for you by the time you finish shopping."
Several aisles later ,my friend heard the butcher's voice boom over th public-address system:
"Will the lady who wanted bigger breasts please meet me at the back of the store?"
A Henpecked Husband
A henpecked husband was advised by a psychiatrist to assert himself.
"You don't have to let your wife bully you,"he said."Go home and show her you are the boss ."
The husband decided to take the doctor's asvice.He went home,slammed the door,shook his first in his wife's face,and growled,"
From now on you are talking orders from me.
I want my supper right now,and when you get it on the table ,go upstairs and lay out my clothes.
Tonight I am going out with my friends.
You are going to stay at home where you belong.
Another thing,you know who is going to tie bow tie?"
I certainlydo,"screamed the wife."The Undertaker."