Unexpectedly, an artist’s wife started getting very affectionate… every single day.
At first, he was suspicious.
By day three, he was curious.
By day seven… he decided, don’t ask questions—just enjoy the masterpiece.
Then one evening, she smiled sweetly and said,
“Honey… can you sketch something for me?”
“Of course,” he said proudly. “What do you want?”
She leaned in and whispered,
“What you think our baby will look like.”
The room went silent.
He froze… blinked… then slowly grabbed his pencil.
A few seconds later, he slid the drawing across the table.
She looked down—and burst out laughing.
“What is THIS?!”
On the page was a stick figure pointing a gun at another stick figure…
…and the second one was just standing there, untouched, smiling.
“I asked for our BABY!” she said.
He leaned back, deadpan:
“Yeah… and I had a vasectomy five years ago.”
Then he tapped the drawing and said,
“Bullet fired… zero damage.” 🎯😂
