A husband, one bright sunny morning, turns to his lovely wife. Wife, we are going fishing this weekend, you, me and the dog. The wife grimaces, but I don’t like fishing. Look, we are going fishing and that’s final.
Do I have to go fishing with you? I really don’t want to go. Right, I’ll give you three choices.
One, you come fishing with me and the dog. Two, you give me a below job. Three, or we make love together. The wife grimaces again, but I don’t want to do any of those things.
Wife, I’ve given you three options. You’ll have to do one of them. I’m going to the garage to sort out my fishing tackle.
When I come back, I expect you to have made up your mind. The wife sits and think about it.
20 minutes later, her husband comes back. Well, what she have decided. Fishing with me and the dog, job, or?
The wife complains some more and finally makes up her mind. Okay, I’ll give you a job. Great, he says and drops his pants.
The wife is on her knees doing her business. Suddenly she stops, looks up at her husband.
Oh, it tastes absolutely disgusting. Yes, says her husband. The dog didn’t want to go fishing either.