No Fault, No Foul
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Loading ...There was this guy walking down the street, when right in front of him, and coming his way, was his ex-wife. He could not walk across the street; there was just no way to avoid bumping into her and the younger man on her arm.
Being startled at the chance meeting, she stammered,
“W- well, hello Fred!” He tried a courteous, “Hi Martha! and how have you been sinc–”
Bolstering up somewhat, and with pride of her young, blonde, good looking escort: She states, “I’d like you to meet Bob, he is a seismologist.”
Fred, immediately retorts to her, “With all your faults! It’s no wonder.”