That wife of mine is a liar

“That wife of mine is a liar,”

said the angry husband to a sympathetic pal seated next to him in the bar.

“How do you know?” the friend asked.

“She didn’t come home last night and when I asked her where she’d been, she said she had spent the night with her sister, Shirley.”

“So?”

“So she’s a liar. I spent the night with her sister, Shirley.”