Any Good Jokes?

[mnfats]

For our anniversary I took Marie out to a swanky restaurant; no expense spared.
We had champagne, lobster, crepes and croquets, quiche, the works.
Afterwards, over brandies, she smiled seductively and said, “When we get home I’m going to do that special thing for you that you like more than anything else in the world.”
“Forget it,” I said. “I couldn’t eat spaghetti bolognese after all this.”