Pick Your Battles
Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie, the bartender: “Pour me a stiff one. I just had another fight with the little woman.”
“Oh yeah?” said Charlie, “And how did this one end?”
“When it was over,” Mike replied, “she came to me on her hands and knees.”
“Really,” said Charles, “now that's a switch! What did she say?”
“She said, ‘Come out from under the bed, you little chicken.’”
