I was stood next to a blonde in the pub last night.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I winked.
"You've got a wedding ring on," she replied.
"I know," I said, "but my marriage is on the rocks, my wife is a horrible woman and I'm filing for divorce."
"Really? Does she know?" she asked.
"I think so," I replied, turning around. "Look - she's started crying."