Subject: Man of the Home

The husband had finished his book, "Man of the House" by the
time he reached home. He stormed into the house and walked directly up to his
wife. Pointing a finger in her face, he said, "From now on, I want you to know
that I am the man of this house, and my word is law! I want you to prepare
me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, I
expect a sumptuous dessert afterward. Then after dinner, you're going to
draw me a bath so I can relax. And when I'm finished with my bath, guess
who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"

"The fucking funeral director," said his wife.