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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 a bath so I can relax. You
will wash my back and towel me dry and bring me my
robe. Then you will massage my feet and hands. Then
after that's done, guess who's going to dress me and
comb my hair?"
The wife replied, "The f--kin' funeral director would
be my guess.
And so it goes, my friend...
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 a bath so I can relax. You
will wash my back and towel me dry and bring me my
robe. Then you will massage my feet and hands. Then
after that's done, guess who's going to dress me and
comb my hair?"
The wife replied, "The f--kin' funeral director would
be my guess.
And so it goes, my friend...