Topless Restaurant
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Loading ...Friends of ours invited my wife and me out to dinner. Although it turned out to be a topless restaurant, my wife was a pretty good sport and pretended to enjoy the evening.
On the way home, though, even the defrosters at full force couldn’t keep the windshield from icing over on her side of the car.
“Awww, come on,” I said. “It wasn’t THAT bad.”
“Your ordering what you did didn’t help matters,” she said, fuming.
“What?” I replied. “I only ordered a dozen oysters.
“ONE AT A TIME!” she yelled.
