Jeeto: "What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?"
Santa: "Definitely not!"
Jeeto: "Why not - don't you like being married?"
Santa: "Of course I do."
Jeeto: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?"
Santa: "Okay, I'd get married again."
Jeeto: "You would? (with a hurtful look on her face).
Santa: (makes audible groan).
Jeeto: 'Would you live in our house?'
Santa: 'Sure, it's a great house.'
Jeeto: 'Would you sleep with her in our bed?'
Santa: 'Where else would we sleep?'
Jeeto: 'Would you let her drive my car?'
Santa: 'Probably, it is almost new.'
Jeeto: 'Would you replace my pictures with hers?'
Santa: 'That would seem like the proper thing to do.'
Jeeto: 'Would you give her my jewellry?'
Santa: 'No, I'm sure she'd want her own.'
Jeeto: 'Would she wear my shoes?'
Santa: 'No, her size is 6.'
Jeeto: Silence.................
Santa: 'Shit'.
Santa: "Definitely not!"
Jeeto: "Why not - don't you like being married?"
Santa: "Of course I do."
Jeeto: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?"
Santa: "Okay, I'd get married again."
Jeeto: "You would? (with a hurtful look on her face).
Santa: (makes audible groan).
Jeeto: 'Would you live in our house?'
Santa: 'Sure, it's a great house.'
Jeeto: 'Would you sleep with her in our bed?'
Santa: 'Where else would we sleep?'
Jeeto: 'Would you let her drive my car?'
Santa: 'Probably, it is almost new.'
Jeeto: 'Would you replace my pictures with hers?'
Santa: 'That would seem like the proper thing to do.'
Jeeto: 'Would you give her my jewellry?'
Santa: 'No, I'm sure she'd want her own.'
Jeeto: 'Would she wear my shoes?'
Santa: 'No, her size is 6.'
Jeeto: Silence.................
Santa: 'Shit'.
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