A man was on his deathbed. "Before I die," he said to his wife, "I have some confessions to make."
"Our business is bankrupt. I pulled the money out to gamble with, and lost it all."
"That's all right, dear," she replied. "I know all about it."
"I haven't paid our income tax in ten years, and the IRS is threatening to take our house for back taxes."
"That's all right, dear," she replied. "I know all about it."
"My secretary and I have had an affair going for the last fifteen years."
"That's all right, dear," she replied. "I know all about it."
"You know all these things?" he asked.
"Of course I do, dear. Why else would I have poisoned you?"
"Our business is bankrupt. I pulled the money out to gamble with, and lost it all."
"That's all right, dear," she replied. "I know all about it."
"I haven't paid our income tax in ten years, and the IRS is threatening to take our house for back taxes."
"That's all right, dear," she replied. "I know all about it."
"My secretary and I have had an affair going for the last fifteen years."
"That's all right, dear," she replied. "I know all about it."
"You know all these things?" he asked.
"Of course I do, dear. Why else would I have poisoned you?"