A guy was sitting quietly reading his paper when his wife walked up behind
>him and whacked him on the head with a magazine. "What was that for?" he
>asked.
>"That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Laura
>Lou written on it," she replied.
>"Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Laura Lou was the name of one of
>the horses I bet on," he explained.
>"Oh honey, I'm sorry," she said. "I should have known there was a good
>explanation.
>Three days later he was watching a ballgame on TV when she walked up and hit
>him in the head again, this time with the iron skillet, which knocked him
>out cold. When he came to, he asked, "What the hell was that for?" She
>replied, "Your horse called."
>him and whacked him on the head with a magazine. "What was that for?" he
>asked.
>"That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Laura
>Lou written on it," she replied.
>"Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Laura Lou was the name of one of
>the horses I bet on," he explained.
>"Oh honey, I'm sorry," she said. "I should have known there was a good
>explanation.
>Three days later he was watching a ballgame on TV when she walked up and hit
>him in the head again, this time with the iron skillet, which knocked him
>out cold. When he came to, he asked, "What the hell was that for?" She
>replied, "Your horse called."
