A Doctor And His Wife Were Having A Big Argument

A Doctor And His Wife Were Having A Big Argument At Breakfast.

He Shouted At Her, “You Aren’t So Good In Bed Either!”

Then Stormed Off To Work.

By Mid-Morning,

He Decided He’d Better Make Amends And Called Home. “

What Took You So Long To Answer?

” He Asked. “I Was In Bed,” She Replied.

“What Were You Doing In Bed This Late?”

“Getting A Second Opinion

The doctor and his wife had a massive blowout over breakfast,

and the things he said to her will shock you!

He shouted at her, “You Aren’t So Good In Bed Either!”

Then he stormed off to work, but by mid-morning,  he decided to make amends and called home with one wild question.

The wife’s response will make you LOL! 🤣

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