Leaving the poker party, late as usual, two friends compared notes. "I can never fool my wife," the first complained. "I turn off the cars engine and coast into the garage, take off my shoes, sneak upstairs, and undress in the bathroom. But she always wakes up and yells at me for being out so late and leaving her alone."
"Youve got the wrong technique, my friend," his buddy replied. "I roar into the garage, slam the door, stomp up the steps, rub my hand on my wifes ass, and ask, How bout a little? and she pretends to be asleep."