09-20-2024, 04:27 PM -
A 50 year old man who had successfully navigated 24 years of marriage without a serious altercation was sitting in a pub with three of his friends. The talk covered several topics but eventually settled on his successful marriage. All three of his friends were determined to figure out what his secret was. How did he manage to keep a satisfactory relationship for many years. He finally admitted to using a lot of discretion when it came to talking with his wife. He went on to explain:
"When we were first married, on our honeymoon, we went riding on four-wheelers. It was a lot of fun but her machine was acting up a little while mine was running perfectly. After running roughly for a mile or so, her machine suddenly quit running. She climbed off, looked around for a second, then spoke loudly at the machine, "That's ONE..". She climbed back on, hit the starter button, the four-wheeler cranked back up and we continued riding. A few minutes later the machine once again quit running. This time, showing more agitation, she jumped off, kicked a tire and shouted "That's TWO..". Settling back onto the seat, she cranked the machine and once again we continued along our way. The machines seemed to run okay after that for several miles. Then sadly, her machine quit for a third time. Red-faced with anger, she jumped off the four-wheeler, grabbed her day-pack, and screamed at the machine, "Okay, That's THREE..!!!". Pulling a revolver from her pack she fired all six shots through the four-wheeler's tank and engine."
Suddenly, thinking about now having to pay for the damage to the machine, I hollered at her. "What in the hell are you doing.!" "These things are expensive." "We are going to have to pay for that machine.!!!" She stood there silently fuming. Then slowly and with great calmness looked at me sitting on my machine and spoke quietly and distinctly..., "That's ONE.." she said.
We've been very civil to each other for 24 years....
"When we were first married, on our honeymoon, we went riding on four-wheelers. It was a lot of fun but her machine was acting up a little while mine was running perfectly. After running roughly for a mile or so, her machine suddenly quit running. She climbed off, looked around for a second, then spoke loudly at the machine, "That's ONE..". She climbed back on, hit the starter button, the four-wheeler cranked back up and we continued riding. A few minutes later the machine once again quit running. This time, showing more agitation, she jumped off, kicked a tire and shouted "That's TWO..". Settling back onto the seat, she cranked the machine and once again we continued along our way. The machines seemed to run okay after that for several miles. Then sadly, her machine quit for a third time. Red-faced with anger, she jumped off the four-wheeler, grabbed her day-pack, and screamed at the machine, "Okay, That's THREE..!!!". Pulling a revolver from her pack she fired all six shots through the four-wheeler's tank and engine."
Suddenly, thinking about now having to pay for the damage to the machine, I hollered at her. "What in the hell are you doing.!" "These things are expensive." "We are going to have to pay for that machine.!!!" She stood there silently fuming. Then slowly and with great calmness looked at me sitting on my machine and spoke quietly and distinctly..., "That's ONE.." she said.
We've been very civil to each other for 24 years....
This post was last modified: 09-20-2024, 04:28 PM by Hobbit99.
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