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		<title>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels. She asked, &#8216;What&#8217;s on TV?&#8217; I said, &#8216;Dust.&#8217; And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230; My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, &#8216;I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in &#8230; <a href="http://www.rofl.ca/2009/02/and-thats-when-the-fight-started/">Read more <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><p>Please find videos and comments on the original post at <a href="http://www.rofl.ca/2009/02/and-thats-when-the-fight-started/">And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</a></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels. She asked, &#8216;What&#8217;s on TV?&#8217;</p>
<p>I said, &#8216;Dust.&#8217;</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</p>
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<p>My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, &#8216;I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.&#8217;</p>
<p>I bought her a scale.</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</p>
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<p>When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her some place expensive &#8230; so, I took her to a gas station.</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</p>
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<p>After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver&#8217;s license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.</p>
<p>The woman said, &#8216;Unbutton your shirt&#8217;. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, &#8216;That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me&#8217; and she processed my Social Security application.</p>
<p>When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.</p>
<p>She said, &#8216;You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.&#8217;</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</p>
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<p>My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.</p>
<p>My wife asked, &#8216;Do you know her?&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;Yes,&#8217; I sighed, &#8216;She&#8217;s my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn&#8217;t been sober since.&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;My God!&#8217; says my wife, &#8216;who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?&#8217;</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</p>
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<p>I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.</p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.&#8221;</p>
<p>He said, &#8220;Aren&#8217;t you worried about the mad cow?&#8221;</p>
<p>Nah, she can order for herself.&#8221;</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</p>
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<p>A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.</p>
<p>She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, &#8216;I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.&#8217;</p>
<p>The husband replies, &#8216;Your eyesight&#8217;s darn near perfect.&#8217;</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</p>
<hr />
<p>My wife asked me if a certain dress made her butt look big. I told her not as much as the dress she wore yesterday.</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</p>
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<p>A man and a woman were asleep like two innocent babies.</p>
<p>Suddenly, at 3 o&#8217;clock in the morning, a loud noise came from outside.</p>
<p>The woman, bewildered, jumped up from the bed and yelled at the man &#8216;Holy crap. That must be my husband!&#8217;</p>
<p>So the man jumped out of the bed; scared and naked jumped out the window. He smashed himself on the ground, ran through a thorn bush and to his car as fast as he could go.</p>
<p>A few minutes later he returned and went up to the bedroom and screamed at the woman, &#8216;I AM your husband!&#8217;</p>
<p>The woman yelled back, &#8216;Yeah, then why were you running?&#8217;</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</p>
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<p>Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage.</p>
<p>I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.</p>
<p>The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.</p>
<p>I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.</p>
<p>I cuddled up to my wife&#8217;s back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, &#8216;The weather out there is terrible.&#8217;</p>
<p>My loving wife of 10 years replied, &#8216;Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?&#8217;</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</p>
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<p>I asked my wife, &#8220;Where do you want to go for our anniversary?&#8221;</p>
<p>It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.</p>
<p>&#8220;Somewhere I haven&#8217;t been in a long time!&#8221; she said.</p>
<p>So I suggested, &#8220;How about the kitchen?&#8221;</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</p>
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<p>My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, &#8220;Do you want to have sex?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; she answered.</p>
<p>I then said, &#8220;Is that your final answer?&#8221;</p>
<p>She didn&#8217;t even look at me this time, simply saying &#8220;Yes.&#8221;</p>
<p>So I said, &#8220;Then I&#8217;d like to phone a friend.&#8221;</p>
<p>And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</p>
<p>Please find videos and comments on the original post at <a href="http://www.rofl.ca/2009/02/and-thats-when-the-fight-started/">And that&#8217;s when the fight started &#8230;</a></p>
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