I dropped my wife's epilepsy medicine in the washing machine instead of fabric softener.
Now her clothes don't fit.
I dropped my wife's epilepsy medicine in the washing machine instead of fabric softener.
Now her clothes don't fit.
From Yaffle by Jeffrey Caulfield and Brian Ponshock
As I was sitting drinking my morning cup of tea in my slippers, I thought to myself . . .
. . . I really must wash some cups!
I received an email today from a 'bored house-wife, aged 32. fit, looking for some action'.
So, I arranged to send her a week's supply of my washing and ironing to help keep her busy.
Just noticed the wife is wearing her sexy underwear.
This can only mean one thing.
She's behind with the washing again.
