On the Lighter Side . . .

Found on the Internet -And then the fight started. . .

A woman is standing nude looking in the bedroom mirror. She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, "I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment."
The husband replies, "Your eyesight is damn near perfect."
And then the fight started. . .

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I rear-ended a car this morning.
So there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car. You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things seem funny? Yeah, I couldn't believe it... he was a DWARF!
He stormed over to my car, looked up at me and shouted, "I AM NOT HAPPY!"
So I looked down at him and said, "Well, which one are you?"
And then the fight started. . . .
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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home.
I told the woman I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.
The woman said, "Unbutton your shirt."
So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said," That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me", and she processed my Social Security application.
When I got home I excitedly told my wife about my experience.
She said, "You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability too."
And then the fight started. . . .

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My wife and I were sitting at my table at my high school reunion and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.
My wife asked, "Do you know her?"
"Yes," I sighed, "She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since."
"My God!" my wife said, "Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long!"
And then the fight started. . . .