Oh to be perfect.......
Ernest handed a paper handkerchief to a sneezing man in the street.
"That was very kind of you sir," the man said. "Your action reminds me of Frank".
‘Frank?"
" Yes. Frank was the most perfect man. He dressed immaculately, never lost his temper. He could charm a miserable old sole. He was a champion golfer, a fantastic tennis player, a beautiful baritone singer and an organist. He played the clarinet, oboe and saxophone. He kept the neatest garden in the neighbourhood and he had the most beautiful head of golden curls. His teeth were sparkling white and his manners were exemplary."
"Quite a guy" said Ernest.
"Quite! I tell you he could raise $1m in his share dealings each year, cook a wonderful six course meal and bake the most beautiful birthday cake. Above all, he was the perfect lover."
‘Have you known him long?" enquired Ernest.
"Known him? I never met him. But I tell you, I’ve just married his widow!"
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I guess you are quite fed-up with Frankie!!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and the widow!!
Love Tinka :)