A husband enters his house holding three katana-like swords.
Wife: No. I told you. No weapons in the house.
Husband: But these are powerful ancient weapons!
Wife: Where did you get these “powerful ancient weapons”?
Husband: A truck stop.
Wife: (sighs) How much?
Husband: Only $100! For three of them! One for you, one for me, and one for the baby.
Wife: Teddy can’t play with a sword.
Husband: He has to learn to defend himself. Unless you want him to be murdered. Because that’s what’s going to happen if you don’t let me train him.
Wife: For the last time, you’re not a ninja.
Husband: Then why do I have three katana-like swords!
Wife: Wait, katana-like?
Husband: That’s what it says on my commemorative receipt.
Wife: Honey, when they put “like” on the end of a word, that means it’s not as good as the real thing.
Husband: Then how do you explain “childlike”?
Wife: Just get rid of the swords.
Husband: But they come with a display stand.
Wife: Why is that important?
Husband: It shows motherfuckers that we’re not to be fucked with.
Wife: We live in a gated community.
Husband: But are those gates for keeping people out… or keeping us in?
The husband unsheathes a sword. The wife starts rubbing her temples.
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