A man came home after a brutal, exhausting day at the office. He walked straight into the living room, plopped down heavily on the couch in front of the television, and shouted to his wife in the kitchen:
“Honey! Get me a beer quickly, before it starts!”
The wife sighed, shaking her head, but she poured him a cold glass and brought it over to him.
Ten minutes later, the husband slammed his empty glass down and called out again: “Get me another beer! Hurry, before it starts!”
She looked visibly cross this time, but she reluctantly fetched him another bottle and slammed it down on the coffee table next to him.
He knocked that one back in record time. Just a few minutes later, he looked toward the kitchen and yelled in a panic: “Quick! Grab me one more beer! It’s going to start any second now!”
That was the absolute last straw. The wife completely blew a fuse, her face turning bright red with pure rage.
“Is that seriously all you’re going to do tonight?!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Just sit your fat ass in front of that television and guzzle down alcohol?! You are nothing but a lazy, drunken, useless slob! You don’t help around the house, you ignore me, and furthermore—”
The man let out a long, defeated sigh, leaned back against the couch cushions, and muttered:
“Well… it’s started.”
