Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Just So You See What I'm Dealing With....

People meet me, and my wife, and everything seems normal. You have to understand what I'm dealing with here.

The LMM has a cousin / aunt (for Italians in RI, it's hard to tell the difference) who sent us this. Thanks, Shirley!

THE DIFFERENCE IF YOU MARRY A RHODE ISLAND GIRL

The first man married a woman from North Carolina . He told her she was to do the dishes and house cleaning. It took a couple of days, but on the third day, he came home to see a clean house and dishes washed and put away.

The second man married a woman from Florida . He gave his wife orders she was to do all the cleaning, dishes and the cooking. The first day he didn't see any results, but the next day he saw it was better. By the third day, he saw his house was clean, the dishes were done and there was a huge dinner on the table.

The third man married a girl from Rhode Island . He ordered her to keep the house clean, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed, and hot food on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything, but by the third day, some of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye, and his arm was healed enough that he could fix himself a sandwich and load the dishwasher. He still has trouble sitting down, though.
(Note: Last line revised, in response to comments)

4 comments:

Tom said...

The moral seems to be this: don't marry women from Rhode Island; don't even date girls from RI.

Why would fems from RI be amused by this story?

PLW said...

Seriously. That last line makes it sounds like they all have Gonorrhea.

Midnight Moses said...

I'm with Tom. What's wrong with screaming while you pee?

David said...

I love jokes that play on the word "see"