Santa and his wife Jeeto were sitting around the breakfast table one lazy Sunday morning.
Santa said to her, "If I were to die suddenly, I want you to immediately sell all my stuff."
"Now why would you want me to do something like that?" she asked.
"I figure that you would eventually remarry and I don't want some other jerk using my stuff."
Jeeto looked at Santa and said, "What makes you think I'd marry another jerk?"
Santa said to her, "If I were to die suddenly, I want you to immediately sell all my stuff."
"Now why would you want me to do something like that?" she asked.
"I figure that you would eventually remarry and I don't want some other jerk using my stuff."
Jeeto looked at Santa and said, "What makes you think I'd marry another jerk?"
