When I die
Mon May 15, 2017 9:21 am
One lazy Sunday morning, the wife and I were quiet and thoughtful, sitting around the breakfast table, when I said to her unexpectedly, "When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff, immediately."
"Now why would you wan t me to do something like that?" she asked.
"I figure a woman as pretty as yourself would eventually remarry and I don't want some other asshole using my stuff."
She looked at me intently and said:
"Now why would you wan t me to do something like that?" she asked.
"I figure a woman as pretty as yourself would eventually remarry and I don't want some other asshole using my stuff."
She looked at me intently and said:
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Re: When I die
Mon May 15, 2017 6:15 pm
