A Woman Gets Home

A woman gets home, screeches her car into the driveway,

runs into the house, slams the door and shouts at the top of

her lungs, “Morris, pack your bags. …. I won the lottery!

The husband says, ‘Oh my God!

What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” she says. “Just get the hell out.”