10 April 2004


This is something a friend of mine emailed me:

A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary.
Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town,
"What a peaceful and loving couple."
A local newspaper reporter was inquiring
as to the secret of their long and happy marriage.

"Well, it dates back to our honeymoon,"
explained the man.
"We visited the Grand Canyon
and took a trip down to the bottom of the canyon
by pack of mule.
We hadn't gone too far when my wife's mule stumbled.
My wife quietly said,

'That's once.'

"We proceeded a little further and the mule stumbled again.
Once more my wife quietly said,

'That's twice.'

"We hadn't gone a half-mile when the mule stumbled the third time.
My wife quietly removed a revolver from her purse and shot the mule dead.
I started an angry protest over her treatment of the mule, when
she looked at me and quietly said,

'That's once.'

And we lived happily ever after."

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