My wife is off work this week, recovering from her accident. She got up this morning and put on Perry Mason. As soon as the iconic, film noir theme song began, I conjured up images of swanky nightclubs and well-dressed people exchanging double entendres.
I said to my wife, "Hon, can you get me a cigarette?"
"Um, you don't smoke," she replied.
"And a martini," I added.
"You don't drink," she pointed out.
"And a dame," I rejoined.
"You wouldn't know what to do with a dame," was her response.
Now, I ask you, is that fair? I'm going to need all my friends to rally to my defense.
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