A mild-mannered man was tired of being bossed around by his wife; so he
went to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist said he needed to build his
self-esteem, and so gave him a book on assertiveness, which he read on
the way home. He had finished the book by the time he reached his
house. The man stormed into the house and walked 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 my 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 ****ing funeral director," said his wife
went to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist said he needed to build his
self-esteem, and so gave him a book on assertiveness, which he read on
the way home. He had finished the book by the time he reached his
house. The man stormed into the house and walked 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 my 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 ****ing funeral director," said his wife
