Monday, August 23, 2010

hee hee haw haw

Thanks, Bugs!

The husband had just finished reading a new book entitled, YOU CAN BE THE MAN OF YOUR HOUSE.
He stormed 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. 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 do my hair?'
Without even looking up from her morning paper Sue replied, 'The frickin' funeral director would be my first guess.'


BRUNO said...

If only WOMEN were BORN with peeders---it would be SO-much easier for them to stay satisfied---(sigh).

HUH? WHAZZAT? You say some ARE??? And, if they want, they can CHANGE-"things", so they---"can"???

Next thing ya' know, they'll be lettin' 'em git married thet a-way!

EH??? Say whut? NAW!!! The HELL you say'd...!!!

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FHB said...

Aaahahahaha! Yea, she's tough and all, until a little spider needs killin'. Pffft!

And hey, my word verification was SYSUNT. Rhymes with... No, I won't go there.

Stacey said...

FHB, my husband doesn't do spiders. He actually recoils from them. I'M the spider killer in this unit, and I do NOT have a penis to smack him with.