|This man was sitting quietly reading his paper one morning, peacefully enjoying himself, when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the back of his head with a huge black frying pan.|
Man: "What was that for?"
Wife: "What was that piece of paper in your pantís pocket with the name Marylou written on it?"
Man: "Oh honey. Donít you remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse races? Marylou was the name of one of the horses I bet on."
The wife seemed satisfied and headed on to do some work around the house, feeling a bit sheepish. Three days later he is once again sitting in his chair reading and she repeats the frying pan swatting.
Man: "Whatís that for this time?"
Wife: "Your horse phoned."