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> > A guy was sitting quietly reading his paper when his wife walked up
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> > behind him and whacked him on the head with a magazine.
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> > "What was that for?" he asked. "That was for the piece of paper in
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> > your pants pocket with the name Laura Lou written on it," she replied.
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> > "Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Laura Lou was the name of
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> > one of the horses I bet on," he explained.
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> > "Oh honey, I'm sorry," she said. "I should hav e known there was a
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> > good explanation."
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> > Three days later he was watching a ballgame on TV when she walked
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> > up and hit him in the head again, this time with the iron skillet, which
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> > knocked him out cold. When he came to, he asked, "What the devil was
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> > that for?"
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> > She replied, "Your horse called."
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> > behind him and whacked him on the head with a magazine.
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> >
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> > "What was that for?" he asked. "That was for the piece of paper in
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> > your pants pocket with the name Laura Lou written on it," she replied.
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> >
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> > "Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Laura Lou was the name of
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> > one of the horses I bet on," he explained.
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> >
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> > "Oh honey, I'm sorry," she said. "I should hav e known there was a
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> > good explanation."
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> >
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> > Three days later he was watching a ballgame on TV when she walked
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> > up and hit him in the head again, this time with the iron skillet, which
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> > knocked him out cold. When he came to, he asked, "What the devil was
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> > that for?"
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> >
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> > She replied, "Your horse called."
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