You know what, I think Myrtle is older that she told me when we got married a long time ago. I mean, she wasn't exactly shy on our wedding night.
Also, I love sports and she don't but I finally got her to go to a basketball game with me last year.
We got there and finally got our seats and beer and my six hot dogs and there was a big roar as a guy on our team dunked the ball!
"You see that, Myrtle? He jammed it right through the hoop."
"Yeah I saw him thrown it through that big wire hoop. When did they do away with the peach baskets?"