After two years of marriage, John was still questioning his
wife about her lurid past. He would say, "Come on honey, tell me. How many
men have you been with?" And the wife would protest, "Baby, if I told
you, you'd throw a fit." Then, John would promise, “I wouldn't get angry, I
promise. Please tell me.”
So, the wife said, "Okay honey.” She then started to
count on her fingers, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven; and then you,
nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.....”
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