JALEPENO JELLY AND OTHER HOT STUFF
AUTHORS NOTE: I had
originally sent this story to a friend who reviewed it with his wife, and
although he thought that it was funny, he said that it might be viewed as being
degrading to women because of the way that it was originally written. And so in the spirit
of repentance, I’ve changed the story to be a little more Johnny Lingoesque.
Certainly nobody would be upset if it were that way.
I remember one time
when I was a primary teacher that I went into Primary sharing time and there
was a new Primary Presidency. I know that this experience isn’t unique to me,
because it has probably happened with many others. As I got myself and class
organized I looked around and saw Sister Tencowwife and mentioned to myself
that I didn’t know that she was now the new President in the Primary. I then
saw Sister Nineandahalfcowwife and thought, “She’s the First Counselor?” I then
looked at the Second Counselor and Secretary, Sister Ninecowwife, and Sister
Secondninecowwife and thought, ‘this is like a beauty contest with the winner
and the three runners up.’ Is this what heaven is like? I then made it my goal
not to miss Primary sharing time anymore.
I think that I know
what it’s like to be married to any one of them because I’ve been fortunate to
be married to a woman who’s been, is, and will always be a knockout. That would
mean that she’s really good looking and has always made men’s heads turn.
It got me to thinking
about a conversation that I had one time with my wife in church that I will
call, “What if.”
It goes like this. I
would ask my wife “What if you passed away and I were to choose my wife from
some of the women in the ward, would it be OK if I chose…………so, and so.” So I
looked around the ward and chose about 5 of the best looking women that I could
and said, “How about Sister Nineandaquartercowwife? She always comes dressed to
kill, would she be ok?”
Or, ”How about Sister
Tencowwife?” She’s only about 5’4” with looks to kill. And like Sister
Nineandaquartercowwife, looks good in anything.
Without so much as a
peep from her I said, “Now Sister Tencowplus wife?” She works out and always
looks good. She makes her husband look as though he’s the Wisest Man in Babylon
to have married her. There was still no response from number one wife.
There was one more,
a Sister Tencowwife2, and since I was at the
end of the choosing period my wife said, “I have narrowed it down to two.”
At that point I’m
thinking that I’ve got it made, because two of the five isn’t bad at all. I’m
now starting to believe in polygamy.
She said, “If I die
before you do you have my permission to marry Sister Onecowwife and Sister
Halfcowwife.” She didn't even need to point out who she was referring to.
What? What kind of an
answer was that? Even Johnny Lingo got an eightcowwife and he was the sharpest
trader in the south pacific. This would make me look like one of the worst traders!
Since my first wife
didn’t give the consent that I needed, I don’t believe in polygamy anymore. And
now I don’t want to get remarried, and I’m thinking that living a life of
celibacy might be a good thing.
I’ve decided that if
she dies before I do that I’ll buy a fancy sports car.
About the Jalapeno
Jelly; we got some for Christmas and it was tasty.
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