"How do you know?" the friend asked.
"She didn't come home last night and when I asked her where
she'd been, she said she had spent the night with her
sister, Shirley."
"So?"
"So she's a liar. I spent the night with her sister, Shirley."
"That wife of mine is a liar," said the angry husband to a
sympathetic pal seated next to him in the bar.
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