She looked a little puzzled, but brought him a beer.
When he finished it, he said, "Quick, bring me another beer. It's gonna start."
This time she looked a little angry, but brought him a beer.
When it was gone he said, "Quick, another beer before it starts."
"That's it!" she screamed. "You bastard! You waltz in here, flop your fat ass down, don't even say hello to me and then expect me to run around like your slave. Don't you realize
that I cook and clean and wash and iron all day long?"
The husband sighed, "Oh shit! It started..."