I bought my wife a little Italian car. A Mafia. It has a hood under the hood.
My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same way.
She ran after the garbage truck, yelling, "Am I too late for the garbage?" "No, jump in!"
The food on the plane was fit for a king. "Here, King!"
A Jewish woman had two chickens. One got sick, so the woman made chicken soup out of the other one to help the sick one get well.
I've been in love with the same woman for forty-one years. If my wife finds out, she'll kill me.