If you’re having an affair and you get home from the affair-having too late to not arouse suspicion from your husband, tell him the street gangs held you up.
“They grabbed my purse and played keepaway,” tell him. “I had to jump up and down for a half hour trying to get it back while they laughed.”
“Damn gangs,” your husband will say.
“Then they made me pick which public building they were going to graffiti. I told them I didn’t want to, but they made me choose. So now, whenever I drive past the post office and see the graffiti on it, I have to know I had a hand in that.”
“I wish I could clean this world up for you,” your husband will say. “I want you to be able to live in a better world.”
“I can still smell their leather jackets,” say. “I’m going to take a shower.”
When you go into the bathroom you’ll find your husband’s secretary naked and hiding in the shower and your husband will run in and shout “Where’d she come from? A street gang must have put her there!" You and your husband will laugh together and then amicably divorce.
Happy Blame The Gangs Day!
