Dave was attending his hunting club's monthly
meeting and had just told them he couldn't make
the hunting trip scheduled for the next day because
his wife wouldn't let him go.
After listening to the jeers and other derisive remarks
from his fellow hunting buddies Dave left to go back
home to his wife.
When Dave's friends started arriving to set up camp
the next day, who should be there but Dave sitting in
front of his tent, beer in hand, camp oven roast stewing
away in a hot bed of coals.
"How did ya talk your wife into letting you go Dave?"
"I didn't have to" was Dave's reply.
"When I left the meeting I went home and slumped down
in my chair with a beer to drown my sorrows. Then my
wife snuck up behind me and covered my eyes and said,
When I peeled her hands back she was standing there in
a beautiful see-through negligee and she said, "Carry me
into the bedroom, tie me to the bed and you can do whatever
So here I am!