The husband had just finished reading a new book entitled"You Can Be the Man of Your House".
He stormed into the kitchen and walked directly up
to his wife. Pointing a finger in her face, he said sternly,
"From now on, you need to know that I am the man of this house
and my word is law! You will prepare me a gourmet meal tonight,
and when I'm finished eating my meal, you will
serve me a sumptuous dessert.
After dinner you are going to go upstairs with me, and we will
have the kind of sex that I want. After that, you are going to draw me
my bath so I can relax. You will wash my back and towel me dry and
bring me my robe. Then you will massage my feetand hands.
Then after that's done, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"
His wife replied, "The fuckin' funeral director would be MY guess."
2 comments:
HAHAHAHHA That's right, sister. Only a dead man would say such things.
I don't get it.
Is that too much to ask?
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