Selling my stuff when I die.

[Flyinfool]

One lazy Sunday morning the wife and I were quiet and thoughtful, sitting around the breakfast table when I said to her unexpectedly, "When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff, immediately."

 

"Now why would you want me to do something like that?" she asked.

 

"I figure a woman as fine as yourself would eventually remarry and I don't want some other a$$hole using my stuff."

 

She looked at me intently and said: "What makes you think I'd marry another a$$hole?"

[mini-muffin]

Well sounds like he opened that can of worms.

 

Margaret

[Mariner Fan]

Haha that's a good one! :crackup:

[Flyinfool]

Well sounds like he opened that can of worms.

 

Margaret

 

Cool a can of worms, that means I can go fishing......

[Redneck]

:rotfl::rotfl:

[mini-muffin]

Cool a can of worms, that means I can go fishing......

That's back to the other joke with the PJ's.

 

Margaret

[etohio]

Do you think she will sell the stuff for what you said you paid for it?

[BuddyRich]

Jude said she didn't want to wait! Wonder what that means???

[Flyinfool]

That's back to the other joke with the PJ's.

 

Margaret

 

I don't have any PJs.....

And I learned a long time ago to always do my own packing.

I let someone pack for me once and got there with no pants..

 

Do you think she will sell the stuff for what you said you paid for it?

 

Probably....

[mini-muffin]

Do you think she will sell the stuff for what you said you paid for it?

If she's good she can sell it for more.

 

Margaret

[Flyinfool]

Naaa...

She will dump it for a lot less than what I said I paid....

 

As the vultures start to circle.

HEY, WAIT A MINUTE, I aint dead yet.