THE LAST STRAW
The other evening John and I were sitting
in the living room while our wives, Bea and
Donna were in the Kitchen.
Asked John, "How do you handle the question
of authority in your home?"
"Well," we replied, "It all flows from me...
I'm the straw that stirs the drink around here."
"What do you want to drink with your sandwich...
Straw Man?...Hey kids, come kiss your fodder
"Listen, John, don't take her too seriously.
You see it's a matter of presence. I'm a leader
and I can't lie down."
"I don't know why you say that," exclaimed our
wife as she entered the living room.
"There's a comfortable bed in our guest room
that's just right for you."
"Don't pay any attention to her, John. She
often reminds me that she'll never enter into
"You're right honey. When it comes to thinking
about marrying again, believe me, you're...
the last straw."