Two guys were sitting in a bar, and having a discussion about marriage.
“I’ve been married twice.“
Said the first one.
“I’ll never get married again!”
“Why’s that?”
asked his companion.
“Well. I’m just unlucky.”
“How do you mean.” Unlucky?”
“Well, my first wife died!”
“Oh dear, I’m sorry to hear that. How did she die?”
“She died from food poisoning. She ate some poisoned mushrooms.”
“Good God!” Exclaimed the other.
“What happened to the second wife?”
“She died as well.”
“My commiserations. That is bad luck. How did she die?” If you don’t mind me asking?”
“She died of a fractured skull.”
“FRACTURED SKULL!”
Exclaimed the other.
“How on earth did she receive a fractured skull?”
“She wouldn’t eat the mushrooms!"

That sounds like somthing my stepfather would say...but he's dead too.

domestic violence

loved it!!

Oh Sh**!!!

Hahaha... ohh that's Brutal. LoL