WIFE:

What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?

HUSBAND:

Definitely not!

WIFE:

Why not - don't you like being married?

HUSBAND:

Of course I do.

WIFE:

Then why wouldn't you remarry?

HUSBAND:

Okay, I'd get married again.

WIFE:

You would? (With a hurtful look on her face).

HUSBAND:

(Groan).

WIFE:

Would you live in our house?

HUSBAND:

Sure, it's a great house.

WIFE:

Would you sleep with her in our bed?

HUSBAND:

Where else would we sleep?

WIFE:

Would you let her drive my car?

HUSBAND:

Probably, it is almost new.

WIFE:

Would you replace my pictures with hers?

HUSBAND:

That would seem like the proper thing to do.

WIFE:

Would she use my golf clubs?

HUSBAND:

No, she's left-handed.

haha

Disappointed.

ouch

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*sigh* I thought it was pretty funny. Reminds me of that bed scene in Run Lola Run.

her funeral will be held next Thursday

it's a bit long...

Snap!

As for the question, I don't know if I would remarry if I found someone after wifey kicked the bucket. At first I thought I wouldn't have a problem but having just thought about it, I can't see it worth going through all that expense all over again!

HAW HAW HAW

Especially after you fork out to bury her.

Hahaha

Where's the funny?

He already had someone in mind.

Yawn

hetero women cant play golf

is that why you suck maxe lololol

poor husband. having to live with that lesbian of a women.

Especially after you fork out to bury her.

that is only if they can find the body.

Why buy the Cow when you can get the Milk for free ?

Why buy TV when you can get TV for free?

Why buy original when you can buy Hot and Spicy?

Why go to Ausgamers when you can go to QGL?

Someone reads too much ZOO magazine. This joke is in this weeks edition.

Why go to Ausgamers when you can go to QGL?

Make it rhyme pls or GTFO

<-- doesn't think it had to rhyme

It was time for Father John’s Saturday night bath, and young nun, Sister Magdalene had prepared the bath water and towels just the way the old nun had instructed. Sister Magdalene was also instructed not to look at Fr. John’s nakedness if she could help it, do whatever he told her to do, and pray.

The next morning the old nun asked Sister Magdalene how the Saturday night bath had gone.

“Oh, sister,” said the young nun dreamily. “I’ve been saved.”
“Saved? And how did that fine thing come about?” asked the old nun.
“Well, when Fr. John was soaking in the tub, he asked me to wash him, and while I was washing him he guided my hand down between his legs where he said the Lord keeps the Key to Heaven.”

“Did he now?” said the old nun evenly.

Sister Magdalene continued, “And Fr. John said that if the Key to Heaven fit my lock, the portals of Heaven would be opened to me and I would be assured of salvation and eternal peace. And then Father John guided his Key to Heaven into my lock.”

“Is that a fact?” said the old nun even more evenly.

“At first it hurt terribly, but Fr. John said the pathway to salvation was often painful and that the glory of God would soon swell my heart with ecstasy. And it did, it felt so good being saved.”

“That wicked old Devil!” said the old nun.

“He told me it was Gabriel’s Horn, and I’ve been blowing it for 40 years!”

Someone reads too much ZOO magazine. This joke is in this weeks edition.

There is only one person in this thread that knows that ;-)

I was sent it in an email, so I guess that leaves you mate, hahaha.

"Where did I come from, Mum?" little Johnny asked.
"Well, dear, you...ah...came from a bucket."
Little Johnny shortly later cornered his father and asked him, "Dad, Mum said I came from a bucket. Is that true?"
"Well...yes, son," the father grimaced, "I am afraid that is about the size of it."


Q. What’s pink, rigid and swings between a Catholic priest’s legs?
A. A choirboy with lockjaw.