THE ITALIAN MAN OF THE HOUSE
Tony had just finished reading a new book entitled, 'You Can Be THE Man of Your House.'

He stormed to his wife in the kitchen and announced, '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. After dinner, you are going to go upstairs with me and we will have the kind of sex that I want.

Afterwards, you are going to draw me a 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 tomorrow, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?'

His Sicilian wife Gina replied, 'The f--kin' funeral director would be my first guess.'

With that statement I think my wife may have some Sicilian in her.

I know my wife is. The other half is irish. Not kidding, worst temper you've ever seen.

Mad Dog--it's hereditary--she probably got the temper from her husband

Nice joke 1899--gonna plagiarize that one for sure!

My wife is not Sicilian and she had the punch line out before I finished the joke. She is mostly Czech. Guess most women are designed this way.

That why you spend most of your time out pushing that asphalt plant?

When you get home at 2:00AM reeking of cheap bourbon and with lipstick smeared on your cheek, and she starts in on you, just slap her on the butt and say "you're next".



Might explain why I'm a bachelor.