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Mr. Blabbinger in his recliner, reading the paper. Mrs. Blabbinger storms into the room and thrusts a magazine in his face.“George, what is this?”
“It’s a magazine.” Over the years, George has found that stupidity confuses his wife.
“Well, what kind of magazine is it?”
“This one? Oh, Smut. It’s for intellectuals. Very boring. I’m sure you wouldn’t like it.”
“Well, why is this photograph on the front cover?”
“This issue...it...it is about the exploitation of pornography.”
“I see.”
Mr. Blabbinger lights a fat cigar and blows smoke in Mrs. Blabbinger’s face.
“I’m so sorry. Clara, are you alright?”
“You now how I hate those things, George.”
“Yes...yes I do.”
“Now, about this magazine. Do you look at the pictures?”
“Never. I only read the articles.”
“You don’t find these women attractive?”
“What women?”
“George, put that newspaper down and look at me..”
“What is it now, Clara.”
“George, do you still find me attractive?”
“Why yes, Clara. You are beautiful beyond description.”
Over the years, George has also found that dishonesty is imperative. In spite of all of the fighting, he does love Clara...beyond description.