Bar, Bar, Bar...Bar, Barbara Ann

This man was sitting quietly reading his paper one morning, peacefully enjoying himself, when his wife sneaks¹ up behind him and whacks² him on the back of his head with a huge frying pan.

 

MAN: "What was that for?"

 

WIFE: "What was that piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Barbara Ann written on it?"

 

MAN: "Oh honey, remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse races? Barbara Ann was the name of one of the horses I bet on."

 

The wife looked all satisfied, apologizes, and goes off do work around the house.

 

Three days later he is once again sitting in his chair reading and she repeats the frying pan swatting.

 

MAN: "What the heck was that for this time?"

 

WIFE: "Your horse called."

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