 The Flight
A Frenchman and an Italian were seated next to an Englishman on an overseas flight. After a few cocktails, the men began discussing their recent home lives and thier last night with thier wives before before thier travels.
"Last night I made love to my wife four times," the Frenchman bragged, "and this morning she made me delicious crepes and told me how much she adored me."
"Ah, last night," the Italian said, "I made love to my wife six times, and this morning she made me a wonderful omelete and told me she could never love another man."
When, with typical reserve, the Englishman remained silent, the Frenchman smugly asked, "And how many times did you make love to your wife last night?"
"Once," he replied.
"Only once!?" the Italian arrogantly snorted while the Frenchman laughed. "And what did she say to you this morning?"
"She said, 'I guess we had better stop -- it's time to get up.'"
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