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My wife has a droll sense of humor. Where I
laughed my arse off
watching "Something about Mary,"
she laughed only at me laughing. Last
week had been a series of downers for us. In the past, whenever
I suggested a dinner movie of the, say, Monty Python genre, she would
wrinkle her nose. Last night I said, bear with me. I will guarantee
at least two belly laughs . She said fine, and
picked up her x-word
puzzle (a passive "I doubt it," if not full rebuke).
Result. I really
can't remember watching any movie that had her (and I hate
to use
this word) guffaw so
uncontrollably. Tears of laughter. And often. On
Netflix. |
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