Mary Lou

Guy is sitting quietly reading his newspaper when his wife whacks him on the head with a frying pan.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Mary Lou written on it,” she replies.

He explains: “Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Mary Lou was the name of one of the horses I bet on.”

Three days later, he’s again sitting in his chair when she hits him with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him out cold.

When he comes to, he says: “What the hell was that for?”

The wife replies: “Your horse phoned.”