who i haven't seen
in ages,
is going
through a divorce.
he doesn't know
what hit him.
suddenly, he says,
out of nowhere,
my wife was unhappy and living
in a motel
with her new
boyfriend, Jimmy,
and her red BMW
parked outside.
she wants half of everything
he ever earned
and saved.
that's a shame,
i tell him.
been there, done that.
and by the way,
what's her name?
oh no.
not her again.
tell her i want my
vinyl records back.
and by the way,
you know, she bought
that car
with my divorce money
and alimony?
prenup, Jorge, i tell him.
i told you
so many times,
prenup, but did you listen.
nope.
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