This past winter my wife was trying out clothes for our Friday dinner date and she asked me about a dress. It was cold in the house so I told her (feeling quite proud of my cleverness) that her “high beams were on”. Without missing a beat she looked at me and gave me a deadpan reply. “I am almost fifty. These are fog lights.”

I laughed so hard, I died. R.I.P. me.

ha ha ha ha tits