“No matter how hard I try,” Ralph lamented to Sam, “I can never tell Timothy Leary and Andy Warhol apart,”
“Oh I have the same problem with Doris Day and Debbie Reynolds,” his friend replied.
“Imagine the confusion if they would have ever married,” the former pondered.
“Boys,” Hildegarde chided, “This is supposed to be a leisurely day in the park for you, Clementine and me.
The ladies never could get over their husbands’ offbeat collective sense of humor.
“I just hope they don’t start another fight with a waiter over the importance of the Oxford comma,” Clementine moaned.