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| Late one afternoon, a man placed a call to his home and a strange woman answered. "Who is this," inquired the man. "This is the maid," she replied. "We don't have a maid," said the man. "Your wife hired me today." "OK. Is my wife there?" asked the man. "Yes," answered the maid, "but she's upstairs entertaining her boyfriend. The man became furious, paused a moment to consider his options, then said, "How would you like to make a quick fifty thousand dollars?" "Of course," said the maid. "Then go get the shotgun hangin over the fireplace and get the shells from the top shelf in the hall closet. Then shoot my tramp wife and the bastard she's screwing!" The man heard footsteps and then two shots. The maid came back to the phone and said, "What should I do with the bodies?" "Oh, just throw them in the swimming pool." "What pool?" asked the maid "Uh, sorry, wrong number..." |
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