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| leSalaud |
on Fri 13 Nov 09, 10:58 AM to leSalaud's blog.
When I was a lad, I remember speaking to my grandfather, and asking him what was the secret of his long and happy marriage.
He sat there for a minute, dragged slowly on his pipe, as if he was remembering the high points in his life, with a smile playing on his lips.
“Well”, he said, “ I suppose it all goes back to when your grandmother and I got married”. Then he started in on his story.
They got married in a little country church, with the wedding breakfast in a small country pub, and they drove back to their house on the farm. They didn't have a car, but a horse and cart. The sun was beginning to set on that warm summer's day, and the couple made their way home, arm in arm, deliriously happy as only newly married couples could be.
About half a mile from the farm, the old horse stumbled. Grandad was visibly annoyed, and said “That's once” to the horse. They continued on their way.
Grandad and Grandma were talking, arm in arm, excited at the prospect of their new life together, laughing and joking. A quarter of a mile from the farm, the horse stumbled again. Grandad was really annoyed at that, and said “That's twice” to the horse.
Just in front of the gate to the farm, the horse stumbled a third time, and Grandad, said “That's the third time”, leaned under the seat of the cart, took out a shotgun, checked it was loaded, went up to the horse and shot it dead.
After a few seconds of shocked silence, Grandma flew down from the seat of the cart, and started tearing a strip off her husband, calling him a cruel, vicious scoundrel.
Grandad turned to her and said, “That's once....”
Edited Fri 13 Nov 09, 12:42 PM by leSalaud
| 13 Nov 09, 1:42 PM Draughtsman UK(HP), 3 yrs |
Find a woman who can cook - is wealthy - great in bed. The secrets of a happy marriage? Don't let these women meet the wife.
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