Oh, I believe you

I was walking up the street with a patch on my forehead/temple and a black eye when I stopped to talk with a Native American who was installing siding on a neighbors house. I could tell the look on his face what he was thinking. “My wife hit me with a frying pan,” “Oh.”, like nothing. I said “You don’t believe me, do you?” “Oh, I believe you! My girlfriend cut me with a knife!”

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