The Midnight ‘Hero’… and the Real Scare in the House
As I stepped out of the shower, I heard the faint clatter of dishes coming from downstairs. My heart skipped a beat—my wife was supposed to be out.
Without thinking, I grabbed the old family r*fl* from 1903 off the wall. It hadn’t worked in years, but in the heat of the moment, it was the best I had. Clutching it t*gh*ly, I tiptoed down the stairs, heart pounding.
It wasn’t until I reached the bottom that I realized something important.
I was completely n*k*d.
Peering around the corner, r*fl* at the ready, I braced myself for the w*rst. But instead of an intruder, I found my wife casually loading the dishwasher, completely unfazed.
She glanced up, raised an eyebrow, and took in the ridiculous sight before her. “What exactly are you doing?”
Still catching my breath, I tried to sound confident. “I heard a noise. Thought I’d scare off a burglar.”
Her gaze slowly traveled from the r*fl* to my b*re, slightly pudgy frame. A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
“You didn’t need the g*n for that,” she said, stifling a chuckle
A teacher trying to teach good manners, asked her students the following question:
‘Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?
‘Michael said: ‘Just a minute I have to go pee.’ The teacher responded by saying: ‘That would be rude and impolite. What about you Sherman, how would you say it?’
Sherman said: ‘I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.’
‘That’s better, but it’s still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the dinner table. And you, little Johnny, can you use your brain for once and show us your good manners?’
Johnny said ‘I would say: Darling, may I please be excused for
a moment? I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope to introduce you to after dinner.’
