One evening Newt, Frenchy and myself were sitting around passing the jug while talking. Newt and Frenchy got to talking about how much control they have over their wives, while I sat there with my mouth shut.
After a while, Frenchy turned to me and said, “Well, what about you? What sort of control do you have over the Pickle Queen?”
I thought for a few seconds and said, “Well, I’ll tell ya. Just the other night, PQ came to me on her hands and knees.”
My two buddies were amazed! “What happened then?” Newt asked.
“She said,” I replied, “Get out from under the bed and fight like a man!”
Keep your fork