She went to the battered women's shelter
He rips out his hare!
Husband: You spent it all dear.
Me: Out. I can't stand being hemmed in by four walls. Wife: How many walls has the pub got Five
TUH KEELLUHHH!!!
It was worth a shot.
Go straight for the juggler.
Terri-fried!
Metastasized.
Her husband had a holloween-ie.
He got dog-piled. Me: He made a lot of groundage before getting put down. Husband: Yardage. Tackled. PLEASE LEAVE.
They're both battered.