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Beer Humor

This was sent to me from my brother in law Tom. I just felt I had to share it. I know there might be some who can relate, some who have had this conversation ... and a few men who had similar conversations with their wives and perhaps have not survived to tell the story.

THIS IS A CONVERSATION BETWEEN A MAN AND HIS WIFE.
 
 
 PLEASE NOTE THAT SHE ASKS SEVEN
 QUESTIONS, WHICH HE ANSWERS QUITE SIMPLY.
 BUT THEN SHE IS SPEECHLESS AFTER
 ANSWERING ONLY ONE QUESTION FROM HIM
 

 
 I BET THIS HAPPENS MORE OFTEN THAN
 NOT TO MOST HUSBANDS OUT THERE:
 
 
 WOMAN: DO YOU DRINK BEER?
 
 
 MAN: YES
 
 
 WOMAN : HOW MANY BEERS A DAY?
 
 
 MAN: USUALLY ABOUT THREE
 
 
 WOMAN: HOW MUCH DO YOU PAY PER BEER?
 
 
 MAN: $5.00 WHICH INCLUDES A TIP
 (THIS IS WHERE IT GETS SCARY!)
 
 
 WOMAN: AND HOW LONG HAVE YOU
 BEEN DRINKING?
 
 
 MAN: ABOUT 20 YEARS, I SUPPOSE
 
 
 WOMAN: SO A BEER COSTS $5 AND
 YOU HAVE THREE BEERS A DAY WHICH
 PUTS YOUR SPENDING EACH MONTH AT $450.
 IN ONE YEAR, IT WOULD BE APPROXIMATELY
 $5400 CORRECT?
 
 
 MAN: CORRECT
 
 
 WOMAN: IF IN 1 YEAR YOU SPEND $5400,
 NOT ACCOUNTING FOR INFLATION,
 THE PAST 20 YEARS PUTS YOUR SPENDING
 AT $108,000 CORRECT?
 
 
 MAN: CORRECT
 
 
 WOMAN: DO YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU
 DIDN’T DRINK SO MUCH BEER, THAT
 MONEY COULD HAVE BEEN PUT IN A
 STEP-UP INTEREST SAVINGS ACCOUNT
 AND AFTER ACCOUNTING FOR COMPOUND
 INTEREST FOR THE PAST 20 YEARS,
 YOU COULD HAVE NOW
 BOUGHT AN AIRPLANE?
 
 
 MAN: DO YOU DRINK BEER?
 
 
 WOMAN: NO.
 
 
 MAN: WHERE IS YOUR AIRPLANE?



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