A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary. Their
domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town. A local
newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and
happy marriage.
"Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the man. "We visited
the Grand Canyon and took a trip down to the bottom of the canyon by
pack mule. We hadn't gone too far when my wife's mule stumbled. My wife
quietly said, "That's once."
We proceeded a little farther and the mule stumbled again. Once more my
wife quietly said, "That's twice."
We hadn't gone a half-mile when the mule stumbled a third time. My wife
quietly removed a revolver from her pocket and shot the mule dead.
I started to protest over her treatment of the mule when she looked at
me and quietly said, "That's once."
domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town. A local
newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and
happy marriage.
"Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the man. "We visited
the Grand Canyon and took a trip down to the bottom of the canyon by
pack mule. We hadn't gone too far when my wife's mule stumbled. My wife
quietly said, "That's once."
We proceeded a little farther and the mule stumbled again. Once more my
wife quietly said, "That's twice."
We hadn't gone a half-mile when the mule stumbled a third time. My wife
quietly removed a revolver from her pocket and shot the mule dead.
I started to protest over her treatment of the mule when she looked at
me and quietly said, "That's once."
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