Credit: Stan Kegel
My wife's birthday was coming, and she hinted that she wanted something bright and shiny that could go from 0 to 150 in two seconds. So I got her a bathroom scale. And that's how the fight started.
My wife was looking in the mirror and crying. "I'm old and fat and ugly," she moaned, "Tell me something nice about my body." So I told her that her vision was perfect. And that's how the fight started.
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