Our sex life was so bad that I got a life-size poster of Paul Newman and thumb-tacked it to the ceiling in our bedroom. I was hoping that looking up at Cool Hand Luke might inspire my then-wife.
No such luck and I soon forgot about the poster on the ceiling.
Later, her elderly parents were visiting and we always gave them our bed. The old people never said a word about the Paul Newman sharing their bedroom. During the third night, I heard this muffled scrumple and a yelp.
The poster had fallen on the in-laws. And I left it to her to explain.
I thought the alimony award was excessive.
Monday, September 29, 2008
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3 comments:
Honey, next time you are out running errands, could you pick up a life-size poster of Clark Gable? Maybe you better get Harrison Ford, too.
Mystery Woman
This reminds me of how Farah Fawcett never called me ONCE, despite all the long hours I spent holding up her poster with one hand.
(Apologies to Steve Martin, the actual author of the above joke.)
Perhaps Mystery Woman would rather have my picture!!----Goose
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