Jill tells her husband, "jack, that young couple that just moved in next door seem such a loving twosome. Every morning, when he leaves the house, he kisses her goodbye, and every evening when he comes homes, he brings her a dozen roses.
Now, why can't you do that?"
"Gosh," jack says. "Why i hardly know the girl."
Now, why can't you do that?"
"Gosh," jack says. "Why i hardly know the girl."
