Two old guys were sitting around talking when they got to the the subject of marriage.
“Have you ever been married?”
“Yeah, I was married three times, but it ended in tragedy every time.”
“Oh, that’s awful. What happened.?”
“Well, the first time we’d been married about three years when she ate poisoned mushrooms and died. I got married again and after about three years, she ate poisoned mushrooms and died.”
“That’s hard to believe that happened twice. What happened to you third wife? Did she eat poisoned mushrooms too.”
“Oh,no. She died of a fractured skull. She wouldn’t eat her mushrooms.”
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Done.
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I saw it coming but it still made me laugh
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Don’t you hate it when that happens.
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Hahah! Terrible!
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Have to agree!
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Heard a similar tale from the other way round, and it was the husband who died of a broken neck.
Hubby loves mushrooms by the way, as do I. Life insurance all paid up haha!!
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Who will go first?
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Depends who’s cooking I guess!!
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Ha!
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LMAO
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So glad
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😀 😀
Nobody said anything about not eating the mushrooms in the ’70’s. 😛
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So true!
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I only eat the ones bought in markets!!!! jus in case… never taken in the hills!!!
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Me, too. I’m such a coward.
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LOL!!!!
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Don’t eat the mushrooms!
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