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A Jealous Husband


A jealous husband hired a private detective to check on the movements of his wife. 

 The husband wanted more than a written report; he wanted video of his wife’s activities.

 A week later, the detective returned with a video. 

 They sat down together to watch it.

 Although the quality was less than professional, the man saw his wife meeting another man! He saw the two of them laughing in the park.

 He saw them enjoying themselves at an outdoor cafe. 

 He saw them dancing in a dimly lit nightclub. 

 He saw the man and his wife participate in a dozen activities with utter glee. “I just can’t believe this,” the distraught husband said.

 The detective said “What’s not to believe?

 It’s right up there on the screen!” The husband replied, “I can’t believe that my wife could be so much fun!”

 --This One Is $50,000 Dollars--

 An old man walks into a jewelry store with a young blonde lady The clerk immediately thinks he is being taken advantage of due to the age difference. 

She says to the clerk “Show me an expensive ring.” 

The clerk looks over at the old man and he gives a head nod. 

 The clerk pulls out a ring and tells her “this one is $50,000 dollars.” 

She says its nice but I want something nicer. Once again he looks at the old man and gets another head nod.

 “This is one of our finest rings it costs over $300,000.” She says “I love it ill take it!” The old man writes a check for the ring. 

The clerk says due to the dollar value it will take 3 days for the check to clear, please come back Monday morning to pick up the ring.”

 On Monday morning the man returns to the store by himself. 

The clerk says “sir unfortunately the check did not go thru due to insignificant funds.” The man says “oh I know it was never gonna clear. 

I just wanted to come in and tell you about my weekend!” Edit: insufficient. 

My bad lol. Also idk how I put this as religion or how to change it.

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