A woman could never get her husband to do anything aroundthe house. He would come home from work, sit in front of thetv, eat dinner, and sit some more--would never do those littlehousehold repairs that most husbands take care of. Thisfrustrated the woman quite a bit.

One day the toilet stopped up. When her husband got home,she said sweetly, "Honey, the toilet is clogged. Would youlook at it?" Her husband snarled, "What do I look like? Thetidy-bowl man?" and sat down on the sofa.

The next day, the garbage disposal wouldn't work. When herhusband got home, she said, very nicely, "Honey, the disposalwon't work. Would you try to fix it for me?" Once again, hegrowled, "What do I look like? Mr. Plumber?"

The next day, the washing machine was on the blink. Whenher husband got home, she steeled her courage and said,"Honey, the washer isn't running. Would you check on it?"And again was met with a snarl, "What do I look like? TheMaytag repairman?

Finally, she had had enough. The next morning, the womancalled three repairmen to fix the toilet, the garbage disposal,and the washer. When her husband got home, she said,"Honey, I had the repairmen out today." He frowned, "Well,how much is that going to cost?"

"Well, honey, they all said I could pay them by baking them acake or having sex with them." "Well, what kind of cakes didyou bake them?" he asked. She smiled. "What do I look like?Betty Crocker?"

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