My Dear Wife,
You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 57
years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and I value
you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening
with my 18 year old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel. Please
don't be
upset----I shall be home before midnight.
When the man came homelate that night, he found the following letter on the dining room table:
My Dear Husband,
I received your letter and thank you for your honesty
about my being 57 years old. I would like to take this opportunity to
remind you that you are also 57 years old. As you know, I am a math
teacher at our local college. I would like to inform you that while you
read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my
students, who is also the assistant tennis coach. He is young, virile,
and like your secretary, is 18 years old.
As a successful businessman who has an excellent knowledge of math, you
will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small
difference - 18 goes into 57 a lot more times than 57 goes into 18.
Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow.
AFTER BEING MARRIED FOR 44 YEARS, I TOOK A CAREFUL LOOK AT MY WIFE ONE DAY AND SAID, "HONEY, 44 YEARS AGO WE HAD A CHEAP APARTMENT, A CHEAP CAR, SLEPT ON A SOFA BED AND WATCHED A 10-INCH BLACK AND WHITE TV, BUT I GOT TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT WITH A HOT 25-YEAR-OLD GAL.
NOW I HAVE A $500,000.00 HOME, A $45,000.00 CAR, NICE BIG BED AND PLASMA SCREEN TV, BUT I'M SLEEPING WITH A 65-YEAR-OLD WOMAN. IT SEEMS TO ME THAT YOU'RE NOT HOLDING UP YOUR SIDE OF THINGS."
MY WIFE IS A VERY REASONABLE WOMAN. SHE TOLD ME TO GO OUT AND FIND A HOT 25-YEAR-OLD GAL, AND SHE WOULD MAKE SURE THAT I WOULD ONCE AGAIN BE LIVING IN A CHEAP APARTMENT, DRIVING A CHEAP CAR, SLEEPING ON A SOFA BED AND WATCHING A 10-INCH BLACK AND WHITE TV.
Tjaaa.. altså hvis Herr Overlæge Boes kan slippe afsted med at poste Kina Liveleak uhyrligheder som jokes, så vil jeg hermed præsentere det ærede publikum for en raritet, et unikum, en sjælden perle blandt danskere bosat i Thailand. Er det en joke? Egentlig ikke, men jeg bliver sgu i et underligt skævt godt humør af at høre den drævende Aarhusianske dialekt, ikk´???
Du skal bare lære at køre som en thai, dvs. fumle og famle dig frem sådan pr. fornemmelser og instinkt, og så selvfølgelig ha´godt med våben ombord til at håndtere "Somchai Road Rage" !
Jeg har måttet aflære en hel del af de danske trafikvaner, det dur simpelthen ikke når man er eneste person på vejen der vil køre korrekt, for farligt simpelthen, så der holdes bare ekstra øje i spejle og til siden, samt foran, total OBS konstant.
