The wife got so mad at me she packed my bags and told me to get out. As I walked to the door, she yelled, I hope you die a long, slow, painful death. I turned around and said, So, you want me to stay.
Just a joke I saw online. My wife and I don't fight, we found the secret of a long marrage, we go out 2 times a week to a nice restuarant for some wine and good food, she goes on Tuesday's, I go on Friday's.