THE BLACK WIDOW
“Pickled what??” asked George. “Oysters!” replied Kitty. “I was browsing through a cookbook called, ‘Come into the Kitchen,’ by Vincent Price. He has a recipe for pickled oysters in there. I know how much you LOVE oysters, and think we should try it.”
“Are you kidding?” asked George. “I’m allergic to oysters, crab, lobsters, shrimp and other shellfish. That sounds like a recipe for disaster! God Only knows how long I’d survive if I ate even the tiniest bite of that. You must have me confused with one of your other husbands. Or, are you just planning to collect on my insurance and be a rich widow?”
Kitty replied, “Well, even though I do look good in black, I am not really a black widow. I don’t mate and then I kill, moving from husband to husband to collect the inheritance. You know my other husbands all died in ways totally unrelated to our marriage.”
George answered, “Well let me count the ways: Your first was hit by a bus; your second fell off a cliff while skiing; and your third died by electrocution when a radio fell into the bathtub. Are you sure you didn’t push that radio off the shelf?”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! You are so funny, George!” laughed Kitty. “As if, little ole me would ever even dream of such a thing.
“Well, Kitty,” said George. “In my dreams, you were driving the bus that killed your first husband; you tampered with your second husband’s skis; and you definitely pushed that radio off the shelf.”
“Oh, George,” Kitty replied. “That’s just crazy talk!”
“Kitty, tomorrow is our first anniversary. How long do you plan do stay married to me?” asked George. “I know about your affair with Roger. I‘ve had a private investigator following you for awhile.”
“How long you ask? Till death do us part!!” Kitty replied. “Crab cake??”
2007-10-28 18:35:07
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answer #1
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answered by soupkitty 7
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"PLEASE!! I just.......noticed that you do not close your eyes while we kiss!" I stuttered as he turned to leave.
"That's why you are calling off the relationship?" he asked incredulously
"And you em...also pick...em your nose in public."
"Pickled what??" he asked
"Pick your nose, I said. I read in a magazine that your partner not closing his eyes sounds like a recipe for disaster!"
"God Only knows what kind of junk and trashy magazines you feed your mind with." he said disgustedly. "How long will you keep up this childish behaviour?"
"How long you ask? Tll you show some maturity in addressing my fears!" I said to him. Then he turned around angrily and left. In my dreams he was my Prince Charming. But he was still a boy not yet a man.
2007-10-29 08:16:43
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answered by violeo 5
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In my dreams I often wonder what the point of life might be
How long you ask? Till I might find the secret recipe
God only knows...and he won't tell
Pickled what?? My balls?? Am I in Hell?
Sounds like a recipe for disaster!to me
Please!! I just want apostasy.
2007-10-27 21:31:42
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answer #3
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answered by Anonymous
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