Monsta Mo Mini
25th April 2003, 10:41 PM
Ruthie was enjoying a good game of bridge with her girlfriends one evening. "Oh, no! I have to rush home and fix dinner for my husband! He's going to really be ticked if it's not ready on time!" she exclaimed suddenly.
When she got home, she realized that she didn't have enough time to go to the supermarket, and all she had in the cupboard was a wilted lettuce leaf, an egg, and a can of cat food. In a panic, she opened the can of cat food, stirred in the egg, and garnished it with the lettuce leaf just as her husband pulled up.
She greeted him and then watched in horror as he sat down to his dinner. To her surprise, her husband really enjoyed his dinner. "Ruthie, this is the best dinner you have made for me in forty years of marriage. You can make this for me any old day." Needless to say, every bridge night from then on, Ruthie made her husband the same dish. She told her bridge cronies about it and they were all horrified. "You're going to kill him!" they exclaimed. Two months later, her husband died.
Her bridge cronies came around to pay their respects and while they were sitting around the kitchen table one of them said, "You killed him! We told you that feeding him that cat food every week would do him in! How can you just sit there so calmly drinking tea knowing you murdered your husband?"
Ruthie stoically replied, "I didn't kill him. He fell off the mantel while licking his ass."
When she got home, she realized that she didn't have enough time to go to the supermarket, and all she had in the cupboard was a wilted lettuce leaf, an egg, and a can of cat food. In a panic, she opened the can of cat food, stirred in the egg, and garnished it with the lettuce leaf just as her husband pulled up.
She greeted him and then watched in horror as he sat down to his dinner. To her surprise, her husband really enjoyed his dinner. "Ruthie, this is the best dinner you have made for me in forty years of marriage. You can make this for me any old day." Needless to say, every bridge night from then on, Ruthie made her husband the same dish. She told her bridge cronies about it and they were all horrified. "You're going to kill him!" they exclaimed. Two months later, her husband died.
Her bridge cronies came around to pay their respects and while they were sitting around the kitchen table one of them said, "You killed him! We told you that feeding him that cat food every week would do him in! How can you just sit there so calmly drinking tea knowing you murdered your husband?"
Ruthie stoically replied, "I didn't kill him. He fell off the mantel while licking his ass."