Two women friends met after many years.
“Tell me,” said one, “What happened to your son?”
“My son? the poor, poor lad!” sighed the other.
“What an unfortunate marriage he made to a girl who won’t do a stitch of work in the house.
She won’t cook, she won’t sew, she won’t wash or clean.
All she does is sleep and loaf and read in bed.
The poor boy even has to bring her breakfast in bed, would you believe it?”
“That’s really awful!”
“And what about your daughter?”
“Ah, now she’s the lucky one! She married an angel.
He won’t let her do anything in the house.
He has servants to do the cooking and sewing and washing and leaning.
And each morning he brings her breakfast in bed, would you believe it?
All she does is sleep for as long as she wishes and spends the rest of the day relaxing and reading in bed.”
--Property ?--
Doug Smith is on his deathbed and knows the end is near.
His nurse, his wife, his daughter and 2 sons, are with him.
He asks for 2 witnesses to be present and a camcorder be in place to record his last wishes, and when all is ready he begins to speak:
My son, “Bernie, I want you to take the Mayfair houses.”
My daughter “Sybil, you take the apartments over in the east end.”
My son, “Jamie, I want you to take the offices over in the City Centre.”
“Sarah, my dear wife, please take all the residential buildings on the banks of the river.”
The nurse and witnesses are blown away as they did not realize his extensive holdings, and as Doug slips away, the nurse says, “Mrs
Smith, your husband must have been such a hard-working man to have accumulated all this property”.
Sarah replies, “Property ? …
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