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Sunday, February 26, 2006

Why am I married?

This has been forwarded to me. I am not sure if all of you have encountered them already. It has forwarded to me a long time ago and reading it again these days made laughed than before.


WHY AM I MARRIED?
You have two choices in life: You can stay single and be miserable, or get married and wish you were dead.

At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, "Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?""Yes, I am. I married the wrong man."

A lady inserted an ad in the classifieds: "Husband Wanted"Next day she received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine."

When a woman steals your husband, there is no better revenge than to let her keep him.

A woman is incomplete until she is married. Then she is finished.

A little boy asked his father, "Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?" Father replied, "I don't know, son, I'm still paying."

A young son asked, "Is it true, Dad, that in some parts of Africa a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her?"Dad replied, "That happens in every country, son."

Then there was a woman who said, "I never knew what real happiness was until I got married, and by then, it was too late."

Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

If you want your spouse to listen and pay strict attention to every word you say -- talk in your sleep.

Just think, if it wasn't for marriage, men would go through life thinking they had no faults at all.

First guy says, "My wife's an angel!" Second guy remarks, "You're lucky. Mine's still alive."

A Woman's PrayerDear Lord, I pray for Wisdom, to understand a man, to love and to forgive him, and for Patience, for his moods. Because, Lord, if I pray for Strength, I'll just beat him to death.

AND NOW FOR THE FAVORITE!!!

Husband and wife are waiting at the bus stop with their nine children. A blind man joins them after a few minutes. When the bus arrives, they find it overloaded and only the wife and the nine kids are able to fit onto the bus. So the husband and the blind man decide to walk. After a while, the husband gets irritated by the ticking of the stick of the blind man as he taps it on the sidewalk, and says to him, "Why don't you put a piece of rubber at the end of your stick? That ticking sound is driving me crazy." The blind man replies, "If you would've put a rubber at the end of YOUR stick, we'd be riding the bus .... so shut the hell up."

posted by isay at 12:45 PM

4 Comments:

Blogger luvwannabefree25 said...

Those jokes are hilarious. I ran into your site after visiting Autumn's site. So funny... hahaha... I'm not married.. and by the looks of it.. it's probably best!!! regards ;)

7:58 PM  
Blogger consise10 said...

Bwahah a haaaa @ the last one !!!

2:18 AM  
Blogger Weichuen You said...

This is funny! It's interesting that I've started to feel ok about my singlehood and even good about it! I think there are pros and cons in every choice right?

4:11 AM  
Blogger luvwannabefree25 said...

Excellent.. hilarious...
;)

8:18 PM  

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