LISA could never get her husband to do anything
around the house. James would come home from work, sit in front of the TV, eat dinner, and
sit some more--would never do those little household repairs that most husbands take care
of. This frustrated Lisa quite a bit.One
day, the toilet stopped up. When James got home, she said sweetly, "Honey, the toilet
is clogged. Would you look at it?" Her husband snarled, "What do I look like?
The Tidy-Bowl Man?" and sat down on the sofa.
The next day, the garbage disposal wouldn't
work. When James got home, she said, very nicely, "Honey, the disposal won't work.
Would you try to fix it for me?" Once again, he growled, " What do I look like?
Mr. Plumber?"
The next day, the washing machine was on
the blink. When her husband got home, Lisa steeled her courage and said, "Honey, the
washer isn't running. Would you check it?" And again, she was met with a snarl,
" What do I look like? The Maytag Repairman?"
Finally, she had had enough. The next
morning, Lisa called three repairmen to fix the toilet, the garbage disposal, and the
washer. When her husband got home, she said, "Honey, I had the repairmen out
today." He frowned, "Well, how much is that going to cost?" "Well
honey, they all said I could pay them by baking them a cake, or having sex with
them." "Well, what kind of cakes did you bake them?" he asked. She smiled,
and says: "What do I look like? Betty Crocker?"
