A newly wed husband and wife are hiking down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. They have a burrow (donkey/mule) with them that’s carrying their packs and supplies. The husband is leading the burrow down the trail with a rope, all of a sudden, the burrow trips on a loose rock and slips a little, the guy looks at the burrow and says “That’s one!”.
The wife gives him a quizzical look but says nothing and they carry on down the trail. An hour or so later, the burrow trips on another rock and slips, the guy looks at the burrow and says “That’s two!”. The wife looks at him again but decides not to say anything. They are almost at the end of the trail and the burrow trips yet again, the guy looks at the burrow, says “That’s THREE!” and then promptly takes out a gun and shoots him. The poor burrow dies on the spot and the wife is hysterical, she starts screaming at him about how horrible a person he is, she can’t stop, she’s crying and screaming and yelling, the husband calmly looks at the wife and says “That’s one!”…