| Fishing
After fifteen years of marriage and with bliss now on the
rocks, a husband and wife visit a counselor.
She launches into a tirade about his
fishing tackle collection. Rods under
the bed and on it. Rods in the closet.
A few rods in the shower . . .
The counselor stands, walks around the
desk, and kisses her passionately. She
shuts up and sits quietly in a daze. Turning
to the husband, the counselor explains,
"This is what your wife needs at least three
times a week. Can you do this?"
The husband scratches his head. "I can
drop her off here Mondays and Wednesdays.
But on Fridays I fish." |