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thewayneFrom Scott Adams' Dilbert blog, slightly strong language in the punch line.
Two Southern ladies, Maribelle and AnneMarie, were sitting on the porch drinking mint juleps. They have the following conversation, best imagined with an upscale Southern drawl:
Maribelle: AnneMarie, do you see this huge diamond ring?
AnneMarie: Yes.
Maribelle: My husband bought this for me.
AnneMarie: Isn’t that special.
Maribelle: Do you see that Jaguar in the parking lot?
AnneMarie: Yes.
Maribelle: My husband bought that for me.
AnneMarie: Isn’t that special.
Maribelle: And you know that mansion I live in?
AnneMarie: Yes.
Maribelle: My husband bought that for me.
AnneMarie: Isn’t that special.
Maribelle: What did your husband buy for you, AnneMarie?
AnneMarie: My husband sent me to finishing school. That’s where I learned to say, “Isn’t that special” instead of “fuck you.”
Two Southern ladies, Maribelle and AnneMarie, were sitting on the porch drinking mint juleps. They have the following conversation, best imagined with an upscale Southern drawl:
Maribelle: AnneMarie, do you see this huge diamond ring?
AnneMarie: Yes.
Maribelle: My husband bought this for me.
AnneMarie: Isn’t that special.
Maribelle: Do you see that Jaguar in the parking lot?
AnneMarie: Yes.
Maribelle: My husband bought that for me.
AnneMarie: Isn’t that special.
Maribelle: And you know that mansion I live in?
AnneMarie: Yes.
Maribelle: My husband bought that for me.
AnneMarie: Isn’t that special.
Maribelle: What did your husband buy for you, AnneMarie?
AnneMarie: My husband sent me to finishing school. That’s where I learned to say, “Isn’t that special” instead of “fuck you.”
