The flirt dirt

My wife defines “flirting” as any conversation I have at any time with any woman who happens to be good looking. I just don’t get it; I guess I’m not the jealous type. The last time she thought I was flirting, I didn’t even ask the woman for her phone number! Maybe I shouldn’t have told the “flirtee” that my wife was my sister. My older sister.

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One Response to “The flirt dirt”

  1. Bill Edwards Says:

    Well, with middle-age “short-term” memory, it’s easy to leave some things out. At least you keep it in the family. šŸ™‚

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