My wife has weekly lessons with Satan on how to be more evil...
I can vouch that what ever she charges him is well worth it!
I was not ready for retirement and was looking for a new adventure.
So I decided to take up FENCING.
My neighbors have threatened to call the police if I don't put it back.
Bob: How are we going to sing tonight with these colds?
Charlie: I’ll sing solo and you sing tenor!
Bob: Solo? Tenor? What in the world are you talking about?
Charlie: I’ll sing solo, so low that I can’t be heard! You sing tenor, ten or twelve miles down the road!
We've just played the Christmas edition of Clue...
My wife murdered the Christmas dinner, in the kitchen, with the oven!