I just finished reading a new book, "YOU CAN BE THE MAN OF YOUR HOUSE".
After reading I stormed into the kitchen and walked directly up to my wife. I pointed a finger in her face and 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 afterward. Then, after dinner, you are going to go upstairs with me, and we will have the 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 feet and hands. Then after that's done, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"
My wife replied, "The fuckin funeral director would be my guess."
