Thursday, November 27, 2008

The Stupid Murder

There was a guy up here at work that was trying to kill his wife for insurance purposes. So, he invited her to lunch one day and then went up on the roof with a high-powered rifle.

When she got here to pick him up, she called him. He said, “Yeah, I see you. I’ll be down in a minute.” BANG! The bullet whizzed by her and embedded itself in the concrete. “Um, honey, can you move a little to the left. That’s it, right there where you see that hole in the concrete.” BANG!

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