Joe: “Bob where did you meet your girlfriend?”
Bob: “Girlfriend? She’s my wife!”
Joe: “How did you get her to marry you?”
Bob:” I lied about my age.”
Joe: “Ah, you told her you were 50?”
Bob: “No, I told her I was 90.”
Joe: “Bob where did you meet your girlfriend?”
Bob: “Girlfriend? She’s my wife!”
Joe: “How did you get her to marry you?”
Bob:” I lied about my age.”
Joe: “Ah, you told her you were 50?”
Bob: “No, I told her I was 90.”
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