The Honeymoon Was Over
Right after the honeymoon, a young bride calls her mother in tears.
“Oh, Mom… the honeymoon was just lovely. So romantic, we had the best time. But…” she pauses, sniffling, “as soon as we got home, Andy started using these awful four-letter words I’d never heard from him before!”
Her mother gasps. “Oh dear—what kind of words?”
“I can’t even say them out loud,” the bride cries. “Please, come pick me up. I can’t stay here with someone who talks like that!”
“Honey,” her mom says gently, “you have to tell me what he said so I understand.”
The bride lowers her voice and whispers, “He said words like… dust… wash… iron… cook…”
