Divorce Pranks - First Wives Club; Don't Get Mad, Get Even!

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Sometimes what goes around does come back around.

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Being tired by the end of the week wasn't new for me. But I was studying extra hard, for my final exams, and the county board of licsences for law enforcement in my area. My boss, for over fifteen years, had planned a small party, for myself and my three kids, for me to be waited on for a change instead of my waiting on someone as I had all those days. He commented that morning, bright and early, at 5:00 am, that he was glad I had worked so hard, and that it made his day to see that it was all about to pay off. Granted, he was a good friend, always ready to let me earn everything I could when Ron missed the support payments again. Though over time wasn't allowed, he always gave me first chance at any extra work he could. Really good guy, he didn't do this out of pity. He was hard nosed christian who believed that the people who work the hardest, deserve the best. He knew too, the hardship of a non-paying spouse. 

That Saturday was one of those extra days, he happened to swing my way. Ever grateful, I arrived early. As usual, he wanted to know if I had eatten, and had a fresh pot of coffee ready. At lunch we needed a few things from the grocery store, and he zipped over to get them. Suddenly, in the quite after the morning rush, he ran back in the restaurant, grabbing me and shouting, "Hurry, you gotta hurry. Everybody that can, get in your cars and follow me!" My sister, who worked there too, and a couple of other waitresses, and our biggest, broadest cooks were rounded up, and we tailgated over to the local Piggly Wiggly. I asked what it was all about. He had seen my husband and his girlfriend in tow, buying two carts of groceries, both over flowing. His timing was perfect. I pulled up to the curb just as they and a bag boy pushed their, then three carts ofgroceries out the doors. Jake yelled at the bag boy, "Here, I'll help you with those." 

And began loading up my station wagon. The cook grabbed the girlfriend's buggy and a couple of people from the restaurant grabbed my husbands. My husband started to protest, but when he realized that there were over a dozen people, he just stood there flabbergasted. 

We all arranged to get together that evenning at my apartment. Jake brought the charcoal, and compliments of my husband, we had a blow out cook out to celebrate my graduation. Of course he called the police. After they heard the story, when they got off duty, being friends of my boss, they ran home, grabbed their trunks, and some tidbits and joined us. Thanks for the steaks, first ribeye I had had in over two years!

 

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This is the shortened version of the My Ex Wife Dances at The Country Club Wearing Diamonds On My Child Support, So I Ain't Paying

Warning this virus passes easily and quickly. 
The effects are:
Numbness of the Arms:  Can't seem to lift arm to back pocket and pull out wallet.
Numbness of the Fingers:  Can't seem to lift pen to sign checks
Forgetfulness:  Can't remember where to send the check, or pay in person
Total Mind Confusion:  Total denial of parentage of children
Blank Mind Syndrome:  Forgets the children's birthdays, Christmas, phone numbers

This is totally cureable,
by revoking their DL,
seizing their tax returns,
and a little time in the pokey. 
Seems to clear it right up!

 

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