Santa and Banta met at the club for their weekly golf game. And for the third week in a row, it was raining too hard to play. Banta: Well, Santa, what do you want to do now? Santa: Badminton? Banta: Nah. Santa: Shoot some pool? Banta: Nah. Santa: Cards? Banta: Nah. Hey, I've got an idea. We can go over to my house and fool around with my wife, Preeto. Santa: What do you mean? Banta: Just what I said. We'll go to my house and we can fool around with my wife. Santa: What about me? Banta: She's a sport. She won't mind at all. Santa: Well... if you think it's okay... At Banta's house Banta: Preeto, I'm home. Sweetheart! Damn! She must have gone shopping. Tell you what, Santa, Let's go to your house! |