His wife
astonishingly glares at him and asks, "Who the hell was that?"
"Oh, she's my mistress." The husband replied.
"Well that's the last straw," says the wife.
"I've had enough. I want a divorce. I am going to hire the most
aggressive, meanest divorce lawyer I can find and make your life
miserable." She concluded.
"I can
understand that," replies her husband. "But remember, if we get a
divorce it will mean no more shopping in Paris, or the Caribbean Cruise, no
more summers in Las Vegas, no more Rolls-Royce in the garage, and no more
country club, and we'll have to sell our 26-room house and move into two
smaller homes, but the decision is yours." He also concluded.
Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a
gorgeous young woman on his arm.
"Who's that with Jim?" asks the wife.
"That's his mistress," Her husband replied.
"Ours is prettier." She says.
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