On a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon my buddy and I stood on the first tee of our Golf Club. He had just pulled out his driver when a young woman in a wedding dress came running up to him, crying.
She slaps him in the face, turns, and runs away.
My buddy turns to me and says calmly, "I don't know what her problem is. I distinctly told her only if it rained."
Bea: I hate that snobby Sue. Because of her I lost a hundred fifty pounds!
Lucy: Wow! What did she do?
Bea: She stole my boyfriend.
A guy asked for a goodnight kiss but the girl rebuffed him, saying, “I don’t do that sort of thing on a first date.”
“Well,” he said, “how about on a last date?”
My significant other and I were discussing mistakes we have made in our relationship.
I suggested she should embrace her mistakes.
She then hugged me.