The Husband Comes Home With A Scratch On His Chest

The husband comes home and worried because he has a scratch on his chest caused by a fingernail from his mistress, opens the door seeing the cat asleep on the couch, gives him a tremendous kick.

The cat “screams” a loud meow and runs out the door. The wife comes in the living room and asks what happened and he angrily replied:

“This cat seems crazy, I was walking in and, just like that, he jumped on me and scratched me in the chest.”

“Look at that hell of a scratch!” The woman replied:

You did very well, today this fool has bitten my a***s and gave me one hell of a hickey on my neck.

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