Frankly, My Dear…

My wife and I were sitting at a 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 asks, “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 Word!” says my wife, “Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?”

So you see, there really are two ways to look at everything.

The other day while I was on the computer, the tv was on and one of those judge shows came on–the blonde, Christina, I think. I heard “bunny ranch” and looked up to see a fat guy and two women. Ho #1 was suing ho #2 because she had given her some dresses and she didn’t give them back. I guess the fat guy was the managing pimp. Ho #2 said something like she didn’t think she had to give them back ’cause they looked better on her! It sounded more like a commercial for their place of employment than anything else. Since when does network tv advertise for low-lifes? Oh wait, never mind!