A married couple are out one night at a dance club.
There’s a guy on the dance floor giving it large: break dancing, moon walking, back flips, the works.
The wife turns to her husband and says, “See that guy?
Twenty years ago he proposed to me and I turned him down.”
The husband says, “Looks like he’s still celebrating!”
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One day she threw hot water at me, kicked me out of the house, and shouted, “Useless beggar! Get out and never come back!” I left without…
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