You've Got To Laugh,eh?

So this housewife is going out; she's been blissfully married for twenty years, and she goes out to do the shopping.
Opposite the supermarket is a trendy winebar.
Who does she see but hubby carrying on with a young blonde?

She keeps quiet.
She goes home.
Prepares the evening meal.
Along comes hubby.
She says nothing. He eats the meal.Has a couple of beers.Catches the game on TV.
He goes to bed and sleeps.

She goes upstairs in a white rage, with the carving knife.
She grabs his dingle in her left hand and swipes it off with one cut.
He wakes up screaming and shouting wildly.

She panics and runs downstairs and gets into the car and drives.


She goes past a Patrol Car doing eighty, and they set off in hot pursuit. She is still holding hubby's dingle.
They follow her onto the motorway.
"Doesn't look like she's going to stop sarge!"
"Don't worry son, we'll catch her!"

She notices she still has the dingle in her left hand, so she opens the Sun roof and throws it out. She sees it strike the police car's windscreen.

"She's still not slowing down, sarge!"
"Never mind that!Did you see the size of the prick on that fly?"