A Slip in the Pocket

A guy was sitting quietly reading his paper in the lounge when his wife walked up behind him and whacked him on the head with a magazine.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"That was for the piece of paper in your trouser pocket with the name Laura-Lou written on it," she replied.

"Two weeks ago when I went to the races; Laura-Lou was the name of one of the horses I bet on," he explained.

"Oh darling, I'm sorry," she said. "I should have known there was a good explanation."

Three days later he was watching TV when she walked up and hit him in the head again, this time with a frying-pan, which knocked him out cold.

When he came to he asked, "What was that for?"

"Your horse phoned."