marriage jokes

Wife: peck, peck… peck-peck-peck, that old Royal Typewriter drives me nuts. I wish you’d get rid of it and just type on your desk top and print it out like everyone else.

Husband: I just can’t get rid of it. This old typewriter is like a dear friend that has served me well.

Wife: Like an old friend that served you well? Pray tell dear husband, if you can name one instance of actual service I’ll never complain again.

Husband: I can name two things off the top of my head. It got me an early retirement; the incessant peck peck peck, drove my boss nuts too.

Wife: OK, I’ll give you that one but what’s the other thing?

Husband: You did say you’d quit complaining right?

Fred: Honey, I lost my car keys.

Marge: Again, we need to have a little talk about this Fred. Did you look on the key pegs in the kitchen?

Fred: Oh, there they are; I don't know what I'd do without you Marge. I swear without you I couldn't find the bathroom tissue.

Marge: That's another thing we need to chat about Fred.

Fred: Things would be fine if you didn't hide it in the bathroom.

Marge: I don't hide it, I keep it in the same place in plain sight. It's always right there on the top shelf.

Fred: You're right Marge, we do need to have a little chat about this.

Husband: Amazon has everything under the sun.

Wife: Can you order a couple of grandchildren for me. Our two boys will never get married; they're too busy chasing girls and they're not getting any younger.

Husband: There may be a way?

Wife: (Rolls her eyes)

Two days later a package comes in the mail.

Wife: A package just arrived and it has two DNA test kits in it. What good are DNA kits to a mother who wants to become a grandmother?

Husband: You might be surprised!

Bob and Marge had friends over for card night. The guys played poker while the ladies played bridge in a different room down the hall. The guys were talking about the part time jobs they had during college. After everyone except Bob had told their stories all eyes were on him.

Bob leaned in and whispered, “Marge doesn’t like it when I tell people this but I was a model back in college. There was a time when the image of my face was seen by millions across America on a daily basis. Marge thinks my sharing of this story is unwarranted boast and I should keep it to myself.”

Just then Marge piped in from other room... “You had one modeling job Bob and that’s only because your high school buddy invented the bobble head!”