Why I’m divorced...
One Saturday afternoon in August, I was sitting in my lawn chair, drinking beer and watching my pregnant wife mow the lawn. The neighbor lady from across the street was so outraged at this that she came over and shouted at me, "You should be hung."
I took a drink from my ice cold Corona, wiped the cold foam from my lips, lifted my darkened cheap sunglasses and stared
directly at this nosey neighbor and then calmly replied, "I am, that's why she cuts the grass."
You can drank em purty but ya caint drank em skinny...
Last edited by TxsRiverRat; 01-29-2013 at 11:57 AM.