The Wrong Technique



"I can never fool my wife," George complained. "I turn off the
car's engine and coast into the garage, take off my shoes, sneak
upstairs, and undress in the bathroom. She always wakes up and
screams at me for being out so late."

"You got the wrong technique, my friend," his friend replied. "I
roar into the garage, slam the door, stomp up the steps, rub my
hand on her butt and say, 'How about a little?' She always
pretends to be asleep."


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