dinner at THE resturant
Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 1:47 pm
My wife and I were having dinner at a top class restaurant when an absolutely stunning young woman walked across to our table, gave me a big kiss and said she will see him later.
My wife glared at me and demanded “Who was that?” “Oh” I replied, “she is my mistress”
“Well” said the wife “that is the last straw. I want a divorce.”
“I can understand that” I said “But remember, if we get divorced it will mean no more shopping trips to Sydney. No more winter holidays at Kosciusko, no more summer holidays on the gold coast, no more swimming pool or Lexus in the garage and no more plane trip’s, but the decision is yours.”
Just then a mutual friend walked in with a gorgeous female on his arm. “Who is that woman with Jim?” asked the wife. “That is his mistress” I said.
“Ours is prettier” said the wife.
My wife glared at me and demanded “Who was that?” “Oh” I replied, “she is my mistress”
“Well” said the wife “that is the last straw. I want a divorce.”
“I can understand that” I said “But remember, if we get divorced it will mean no more shopping trips to Sydney. No more winter holidays at Kosciusko, no more summer holidays on the gold coast, no more swimming pool or Lexus in the garage and no more plane trip’s, but the decision is yours.”
Just then a mutual friend walked in with a gorgeous female on his arm. “Who is that woman with Jim?” asked the wife. “That is his mistress” I said.
“Ours is prettier” said the wife.
