Mr Anderson was sitting quietly reading his newspaper when his wife
walked up behind him and whacked him on the head with a magazine.
“Ouch, what was that for?” he asked.
“That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name
Laura Lou written on it,” she replied.
“You’ve got it all wrong. I went to the races two weeks ago, and Laura
Lou was the name of one of the horses I bet on,” he explained.
“Oh honey, I’m sorry,” she said. “I should have known there was a good
explanation.”
Three days later he was watching a ball game on TV when she walked up
and hit him in the head again, this time with a frying pan. The man
bent over and clutched his head.
The man asked, “What the hell was that for?”
She replied, “Your horse just called.”