off another one and boasted, “Aha, 14 to 7!
I’m back in the lead! ”
Determined to stay in the game, the wife followed up with another loud one and grinned, “Touchdown, tie game again!
” Then, with a small squeaker, she added, “Field goal!
I’m winning, 17 to 14. ”
Now feeling the pressure, the old man couldn’t bear the thought of losing. Determined to make a comeback, he pushed with everything he had.
.
.
but went a little too far. To his utter shock, he accidentally pooped the bed.
His wife, eyes wide, asked, “What just happened? ”
Sighing in defeat, the old man muttered, “Half time.
.
. guess it’s time to switch sides.
”
