A newspaper reporter visited a local couple celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary to ask about the secret to their long and happy marriage. The husband confided, “Well, I’d say it dates back to our honeymoon. We rode by horse to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, but we hadn’t gone too far when my wife’s horse stumbled. My wife stared at the horse and said quietly, ‘That’s once.’ A little farther down the trail her horse stumbled again, and this time she nearly fell off. ‘That’s twice,’ she muttered. Half a mile more, and the horse tripped for the third time. My new bride climbed down from the horse, calmly removed a revolver from her purse and shot the animal dead.
“’What the hell is wrong with you, woman?’ I shouted. ‘Why did you shoot that poor horse like that? Are you fucking insane?’
