This morning I caught my wife in a lie ... I'm sitting there in the
kitchen, having some coffee, biscuits, some jelly. About eleven-thirty my
old lady came in, and her wig was amuss. All mussed up. Her blouse was torn
to shreds, you could see the imprint of fingers ... This really threw me
off. So I asked her, "Where the hell have you been?" And she said she spent
the night with her sister. You dig it? I knew she was lyin' because I had
spent the night with her sister.
-- Flip Wilson