Pun, anyone?

I don't know if John knew this before we got married, but I have a tendency to make really bad jokes and then think that they are wildly hilarious. Today John and I were sitting down for lunch and he was making a sandwich with ham we got from the deli. The ham wasn't in nice, neat slices, but was really torn up around the edges. I took one look at the ham and said, "man, that deli lady really butchered that ham!" BA DUM BUM. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, I'll be here all week. Be sure to tip your waitresses.