Lois trusted Ernest with her life until that day she returned from a business trip and realized something was off in her thong drawer. She organized her eight thongs by color and the violet had been placed before the magenta.
At first he pleaded innocent, but under intense questioning, Ernest broke down and admitted his act. He had worn that thong because he missed her and it brought her closer. Lois waited a moment, then smacked him several times. She sighed and said she was not going to throw away her marriage of eight years over a thong.
Ernest sobbed in relief and threw himself into her arms.
She looked down and noticed something on the floor.
A question, my dear, she said. Why are my fuzzy, pink bunny slippers on your side of the bed?
Ernest paused. Sometimes my feet get cold, he mumbled.
The smacking resumed. The bunnies did not look happy.
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