Last night my voice began to wane. Try as I might I couldn’t manage much more than a croak. Once in bed I turned to Studly Doright and whispered, “I don’t get it! Why am I losing my voice?”
Without missing a beat he responded, “Maybe because my wish came true?”
Very funny Studly.
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By Ian Garrabrant
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What a stinker!
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He really is.
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Sounds like something he would say.
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I got so tickled. I was afraid I’d forget to write it this morning, but it popped into my head the first time I had to talk.
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Humor….. the language of love…. LOL!
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You guys are such a sweet couple!
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We have built a pretty good life. That’s not to say there aren’t times when he needs to be strangled, but we do ok.
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A friend of mine always says “Tomorrow, tomorrow” when she wants to strangle her husband.
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Ha!
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