The husband had just finished reading a new book entitled, "You Can Be
THE Man Of Your House." He stormed out to his wife in the kitchen and
announced, "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. Afterwards, 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 tomorrow, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?
The wife replied, "The fuckin' funeral director would be my first guess."
THE Man Of Your House." He stormed out to his wife in the kitchen and
announced, "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. Afterwards, 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 tomorrow, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?
The wife replied, "The fuckin' funeral director would be my first guess."
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