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Jack goes to a buddy's bachelor party, indulges in too much booze, and wakes up in his own bed with a horrible hangover and a throbbing black eye. He doesn't even remember going home.
The first thing he sees is a single rose on the bedside table and a note from his wife: "Dear, breakfast is ready. I've gone shopping to make your favorite dinner tonight." Confused, he stumbles downstairs and sure enough, there's breakfast.
"Joe" he says to his college age son, "what happened ...last night?"
The first thing he sees is a single rose on the bedside table and a note from his wife: "Dear, breakfast is ready. I've gone shopping to make your favorite dinner tonight." Confused, he stumbles downstairs and sure enough, there's breakfast.
"Joe" he says to his college age son, "what happened ...last night?"
Joe replies, "A taxi brought you home. You were totally soused. You got that black eye tripping over a chair."
"So why a rose, breakfast, and a sweet note from your mother?"
"Oh, that. Mom and I helped you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take off your clothes, you fought and screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm married!"
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"So why a rose, breakfast, and a sweet note from your mother?"
"Oh, that. Mom and I helped you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take off your clothes, you fought and screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm married!"
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