Related by one of my co-workers.
Wealthy, fiftyish man, trophy wife, shags about. She decides that she\’s not going to put up with it.
Leaves a note. "If I\’m not enough for you, I\’m leaving. We\’ll deal with lawyers later. Oh, BTW, I\’ve left your dinner in the oven on a low heat."
Hmm, he thinks. Even at this sort of time she\’s still thinking about me. He opens the oven on a low heat to find…
….a ham salad.
If she couldn’t cook he’s well rid of her.
But if she’s gone, he’s going to put the rabbit food in the bin anyway.
This is a very strange story – is something (an ingredient perhaps) missing?
meat + low heat = culture medium and incubator.
I think the idea is that she’s trying to give him a bad case of food poisoning.
This must be an English joke because I haven’t the faintest. It is so inscrutable it ought be in Punch.
Ham salad! What sort of provender is that for a hard-working chap. The woman ought to be ashamed of herself. Grounds for divorce in my view!
Tim? What the hell r u talking about?
a ham salad on extended low heat,can kill