My wife thinks my gambling addiction is getting worse.
“You’ve even started spread betting,” she said.
“I’m sorry love,” I cried, “but I got really good odds on our son having marmalade on his toast this morning.”
My wife thinks my gambling addiction is getting worse.
“You’ve even started spread betting,” she said.
“I’m sorry love,” I cried, “but I got really good odds on our son having marmalade on his toast this morning.”