“Whaddayamean, it wasn’t the flu?”
“It was the trans-inorganic virus.”
Her headlights turned-on. “What?”
Her husband lifted a mirror, and her windshield wipers flailed in surprise. “Oh God! I’m a Porsche!”
Phil’s hand gently caressed her hood. “But you’re still beautiful, Gladys.”
“Oh God! I’m your mid-life crisis!”
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Oh that’s a funny one!
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Thank you!
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