A REAL BELLY ACHE
A middle-aged man, famous for constant complaining, a nuisance to everyone who knew him, inherited a lot of money. After observing that it wasn’t as much as he thought it should be, he told his wife, a gentle sweet-spirited woman, that he thought he would buy some acreage for them to enjoy in their retirement. “What do you think I should name my spread?” he asked, and she replied, “Why don’t you call it ‘Belly Acres?'”
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