12-13-2013, 04:01 PM
After fifty years of marriage Cinnamon Nutmeg
's wife was on her deathbed and she called him to her side. " I have a confession to make," she said. "Please go under the bed and get the blue shoebox. Open it."
When he did, Cinnamon found a stack of close to $5,000 and an egg carton with three eggs in it.
Cinnamon's wife said, " I have to confess that I haven't always been honest about our sex life, and you sometimes were inadequate as a lover. I didn't want to hurt your feelings, so any time you didn't sexual satisfy me I instead put an egg into the carton. Please forgive me..."
Cinnamon said, "Well I AM a little hurt. But honestly, three eggs in fifty years ain't bad. I guess I can let it go. But what's this $5,000 dollars for?"
The wife shrugged. "Every time I got to a dozen I sold it at the public market for a buck."
's wife was on her deathbed and she called him to her side. " I have a confession to make," she said. "Please go under the bed and get the blue shoebox. Open it."
When he did, Cinnamon found a stack of close to $5,000 and an egg carton with three eggs in it.
Cinnamon's wife said, " I have to confess that I haven't always been honest about our sex life, and you sometimes were inadequate as a lover. I didn't want to hurt your feelings, so any time you didn't sexual satisfy me I instead put an egg into the carton. Please forgive me..."
Cinnamon said, "Well I AM a little hurt. But honestly, three eggs in fifty years ain't bad. I guess I can let it go. But what's this $5,000 dollars for?"
The wife shrugged. "Every time I got to a dozen I sold it at the public market for a buck."
Thank god I am oblivious to the opinions of others while caught in the blinding splendor of my own cleverness.