The wife won't let me see her anymore at night. She's like a vampire in reverse. Before she ever comes out of her room, she has to put on her make-up.
So one day I wrote to the NSA to see if I could get a photo of her in her room in the morning before she put on her make-up.
Now I wish I hadn't.
It's so bad that she looks exactly like she does on her driver's license.
Don't you love it when they tell you to have a seat and just as you start to sit down they snap the photo?
I look like I'm trying to take a crap with my clothes on.