So, he said to his new wife, "honey, i'll be right back."
>
> "where are you going, coochy cooh?" asked the wife.
>
> "i'm going to the bar, pretty face. I'm going to have a beer."
>
> the wife said, "you want a beer, my love?"
>
> she opened the door to the refrigerator and showed him 25 different
>kinds
> of beer, brands from 12 different countries: germany, holland,
japan,
> india, etc.
>
> the husband didn't know what to do, and the only thing that he could
>think
> of saying was,
>
> "yes, lollypop...But at the bar...You know...They have frozen
glasses.."
>
> he didn't get to finish the sentence, because the wife interrupted
him
>by
> saying,
>
> "you want a frozen glass, puppyface?"
>
> she took a h! Uge beer mug out of the freezer, so frozen that she
was
>getting chills just holding it.
>
> the husband, looking a bit pale, said, "yes, tootsie roll, but at
the
>bar
> they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious. I won't
be
>long,
> i'll be right back. I promise. Ok?"
>
> "you want hors d'oeuvres, poochi pooh?"
>
> she opened the oven and took out 5 dishes of different hors
d'oeuvres:
> chicken wings, pigs in blankets, mushroom caps, pork strips, etc.
>
> "but my sweet honey... At the bar... You know... There's swearing,
dirty
> words and all that..."
>
> "you want dirty words, cutie pie?...
>
> "listen up, dickhead! Drink your shitten beer in that frozen mug
that's
>cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey while you eat your
>damned
>buffalo wings right here, because you are married now, and you aren't
>going
>anywhere! Got it, problem?"
>
> ...And, they lived happily ever after.
>
> isn't that a sweet story?
