
CTC: Hey baby, whatta you want from Santa?
Wife: From Santa? Not to be drunk when he hands out gifts to our extended family. From you? A David Yurman Petite Albion Round Pave Ring.
CTC (stuttering): A David what?
Wife: A designer ring. Retail around 800 big ones.
CTC (unable to comprehend such a stupendous number): Eight ... Eight ... Eight ... .
Wife: And don't pull any of your cheapiness on me.
CTC: Cheapi what?
Wife: You have your fixation on fakiness. Well mine is cheapiness. For instance, your normal cheapiness self would try to go on the internet and buy me a fake David Yurman from some shady web site.
CTC: Wife, the criticism wounds me to the core.
Wife: Truth hurts, don't it?
CTC: But wife, are we not a Christian couple?
Wife: Praise the Lord.
CTC: Upright, tracing the footprints of Jesus Christ?
Wife: You're my cross so 'yeah'.
CTC: Well then, did not Jesus say 'It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to reach the kingdom of God'?
Wife: Of course husband. I am here to assist you in reaching the kingdom of God. You'll die penniless.
CTC: Good to know you got my back.
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