Martin wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his

>eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of

>water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him,

>all clean and pressed. Martin looks around the room and sees that

>it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house.

>

>He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. "Honey, breakfast is

>on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love You!"

>

>So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the

>morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating.

>

>Martin asks, "Son, what happened last night?" His son says, "Well, you came

>home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the

>hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door."

>

>Confused, Martin asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and

>breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"

>

>His son replies, "Oh, that!

>

>Mum dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off,

>you said,

>

>"Get your hands off me, bitch! I'm married!"

>

>Moral of the Story

>Self-induced hangover -- $100.00

>Broken furniture -- $2,000.00

>Breakfast -- $10.00

>Saying The Right Thing to your wife when you are Drunk -- PRICELESS!