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The Trophy Wife

farmerart

Making the rounds of the corporate Stampede parties in Calgary last week I ran into an old business adversary whom I hadn't seen in many years. The guy was accompanied by a blowzy over-the-top woman at least 30 years younger than he; big blond hair, big boobs on prominent display; micro mini skirt, ridiculous high heeled western boots. Honestly, I thought that the woman was a stripper or escort.

I made a comment to that effect to my partner.

'Jeez, art,' my partner says to me, 'Bite your tongue. She's his new wife.'

'Holy crap!' I replied, 'He's almost my age and he's almost as rich as I am. What a shit-for-brains choice he made.'

My partner riposted with this zinger, 'Remember that stripper you brought to your farm for that grand Canada Day bash a few years ago? My wife said something similar to me about you and that stripper.'

Gulp!!..................At least I didn't marry that stripperl.