A Dinner Party

“Bob, we’re having a dinner party tomorrow night.”

“You never said anything about a dinner party.”

“Yes, I did.  I’ve told you about four times already.”

“Who’s coming?”

“Ann, Marcie, Pat, Maggie, Denise and the other Anne.”

“What, no men?  Why no men?”

“Because I decided to invite my single girlfriends, that’s why.”

“Why would I want to go to a hen party?  It doesn’t sound like fun for me.”

“They are fascinating, opinionated women and you will have a great time Bob, relax.”

“I don’t think I want to go to a dinner full of women.  You’ll probably sit around bashing men.”

“Bob, we actually don’t talk about men that often, you all are not as interesting as you think.”

“I still don’t think I’m going to enjoy it.”

“Someone’s breast might fall out at dinner.”

“What time are we eating?”

Categories: The Unexpected

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