So the conversation between our very own Maverick and his dear lady wife went thus:
"Dear," asked his wife. "What would you do if I died?"
"Why dear, I would be extremely upset," said Mav. "Why do you ask such a question?"
"Would you remarry?" perseveredhis wife.
"No, of course not, dear" said Mav.
"Don't you like being married?" asked his wife.
"Of course I do, dear" he said.
"Then why wouldn't you remarry?"
"All right," said Mav, "I'd remarry."
"You would?" said the wife, looking vaguely hurt.
"Yes," said Mav getting nervous.
"Would you sleep with her in our bed?" asked his wife.
After a long pause. "Well, yes, I suppose I would," replied Maverick frankly.
"I see," said his wife indignantly. "And would you let her wear my old clothes?"
"I suppose, if she wanted to," he responded.
"Really," said his icily. "And would you take down the pictures of me and replace them with pictures of her?"
"Yes. I think that would be the correct thing to do."
"Is that so?" said the wife, leaping to her feet. "And I suppose you'd let her play with my golf clubs, too!?"
"Of course not, dear," said Maverick. "She's left-handed."
SILENCE from Mavs wife
.............. " Oh ****" cried Mav
"Dear," asked his wife. "What would you do if I died?"
"Why dear, I would be extremely upset," said Mav. "Why do you ask such a question?"
"Would you remarry?" perseveredhis wife.
"No, of course not, dear" said Mav.
"Don't you like being married?" asked his wife.
"Of course I do, dear" he said.
"Then why wouldn't you remarry?"
"All right," said Mav, "I'd remarry."
"You would?" said the wife, looking vaguely hurt.
"Yes," said Mav getting nervous.
"Would you sleep with her in our bed?" asked his wife.
After a long pause. "Well, yes, I suppose I would," replied Maverick frankly.
"I see," said his wife indignantly. "And would you let her wear my old clothes?"
"I suppose, if she wanted to," he responded.
"Really," said his icily. "And would you take down the pictures of me and replace them with pictures of her?"
"Yes. I think that would be the correct thing to do."
"Is that so?" said the wife, leaping to her feet. "And I suppose you'd let her play with my golf clubs, too!?"
"Of course not, dear," said Maverick. "She's left-handed."
SILENCE from Mavs wife
.............. " Oh ****" cried Mav
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