A guy was sitting quietly reading his paper when his wife walked up behind him and whacked him on the head with a magazine.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Laura Lou written on it,” she replied.
‘Two weeks ago, when I went to the races, Laura Lou was the name of one of the horses I bet on,’ he explained.
“Oh darling, I’m sorry, she said. “I should have known there was a good explanation.”
Three days later he was watching TV when she walked up and hit him in the head again, this time with a frying pan — knocking him out cold.
When he came to he asked, “What was that for ?’”
“Your horse phoned [exclamation point removed]”
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This would not happen to a dull man — playing around with the likes of a Larua Lou would be far too exciting for him.
