My buddy Dave was a single guy living at home with his father and working in the family business. He knew that he would inherit a fortune once his sickly father died.Dave wanted two things:
• to learn how to invest his inheritance and,
• to find a wife to share his fortune.
One evening at an investment meeting, he spotted the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her natural beauty took his breath away .
"I may look like just an ordinary man," he said to her, "but in just a few years, my father will die, and I'll inherit 20 million dollars."
Impressed, the woman obtained his business card.
Two weeks later, she became his stepmother.
Women are so much better at estate planning than men....
Me 3. I describe myself as having a latent Freddie man-crush.I was not a fan, just one of several hindsight mistakes. These guys were indeed special. That era seemed like a wasteland to me, but talent shows, even to an old guy. I wasn’t ready for Freddie, but I never turn him off now.
I told her I'm watching my weight...now that it's out there where I can see it.My wife caught me sucking in my gut while standing on the bathroom scale.
“Hah! That’s not going to help!” she said.
“Sure it does”, I said. “It’s the only way I can read the numbers.”
Ah yes - the good ol days!I can relate. Pre-teens, running after a fly ball, I struck a monkey bar head on. Out cold for a while.
Jus might splain some things.
‘Course the bicycle header into a telephone pole might have factored in.