A woman’s husband comes home hammered every night, and she always yells at him before going to bed alone. One day, she decides to try reverse psychology.
When her husband staggers in that night, reeking of beer and regret, she’s waiting for him in her best lingerie, looking like a million bucks—or at least a two-for-one drink special.
She sits him down in an armchair and starts giving him a back-rub, working out all those knots from his “long day at the bar.”
“It’s getting late, big boy,” she purrs after a few minutes. “Why don’t we go upstairs to bed?”
“We might as well,” slurs the husband, barely able to keep his eyes open. “I’m gonna be in trouble when I get home anyway… might as well make it worth it!”
The wife smiles slyly and replies, “Oh, honey, you already are home. This is your punishment.”
And with that, she hands him a mop and says, “Now clean up the vomit in the kitchen while I finish watching ‘The Bachelor.’”
