At an apartment, the doorbell rings early in the morning.
A very angry looking Françoise opens the door and sees her husband Victor standing there.
He has alcohol on his breath and lipstick on his cheek.
“I assume,” she snarled, “that there is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in at six o’clock in the morning?”
“There is,” replied Victor. “Breakfast.”
Not Speaking To Me
A man sat at a bar, had the saddest hangdog expression.
Bartender: “What’s the matter? Are you having troubles with your wife?”
The man: “We had a fight, and she told me that she wasn’t going to speak to me for a month.”
Bartender: “That should make you happy.”
The man: “No, the month is up today!”
