Liar
—That wife of mine is a liar—, said the angry husband to a sympathetic pal seated next to him in the bar.
—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’d spent the night with her sister, Shirley.
—So?—, the friend replied.
—So, she’s a liar. I spent the night with her sister Shirley!.
