Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town. People would say,  'What a peaceful & loving couple.'

The local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage.

The Husband replied:  "Well, it dates back to our honeymoon in America," explained the man.

We visited the Grand Canyon in Arizona and took a trip down to the bottom of the canyon, by horse.

We hadn't gone too far when my wife's horse stumbled and she almost fell off.

My wife looked down at the horse and quietly said, 'That's once.'

We proceeded a little further and her horse stumbled again. Again my wife quietly said, 'That's twice.'

We hadn't gone a half-mile when the horse stumbled for the third time my wife got off the horse, quietly removed a revolver from her purse and shot the horse dead.

I SHOUTED at her, 'What's wrong with you, Woman! Why did you shoot the poor animal like that, are you *%&#@$ crazy!?'

She looked at ME, and quietly said, 'That's once.'

And from that moment..... we have lived happily every after.

I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned and
smacked the shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do.

"Now why would  you want me to do something like that?" she asked.

"I figure that  you would eventually remarry and I don't want  some asshole using my  stuff...."

She looked at me and  said: "What makes you think I'd marry  another asshole?"