Lapsus linguae

October 1, 2013

Doreen, my wife of thirty-five years, was wearing her “special” outfit when I returned home that night. “This way,” she teased, leading me straight upstairs. In the throes of passion I accidentally called her Maureen and our marriage ended then and there. It was, alas, a slip of the tongue.

Bed

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