Two guys meet somewhere in town. They've been good pals for a long time, so they will confess very personal stuff to each other.
One of them has got a bad, bad wound on his cheek, and a bad, bad black eye.
Jack: What happened to your face, pal?
George: Oh, well, it's my wife... She was fumbling for food in that fucking deep-freeze. You know how I am, she was wearing a very short skirt, and seeing her bend over, her buns right before my eyes... I couldn't help it! I started fucking her.
And she whacked my face with a deep-frozen leg of lamb, you see...
Jack: Damn! What's wrong for a husband to make love to his wife? Doesn't she dig it that you fuck her?!
George: She does, but...
... not at the supermarket!
One of them has got a bad, bad wound on his cheek, and a bad, bad black eye.
Jack: What happened to your face, pal?
George: Oh, well, it's my wife... She was fumbling for food in that fucking deep-freeze. You know how I am, she was wearing a very short skirt, and seeing her bend over, her buns right before my eyes... I couldn't help it! I started fucking her.
And she whacked my face with a deep-frozen leg of lamb, you see...
Jack: Damn! What's wrong for a husband to make love to his wife? Doesn't she dig it that you fuck her?!
George: She does, but...
... not at the supermarket!
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