A pissed-off wife was complaining about her husband spending all.

A irate wife complained that her husband spent all of his free time in a pub. So one night, he took her with him. “What’ll you have?” he inquired.

“Oh, I do not know. “The same as you, I suppose,” she said. So the husband got a drink and threw it down in one shot.

His wife observed him, took a sip from her glass, and then spat it out. “Yuck, that’s TERRIBLE!” She said, “I don’t know how you can drink this stuff!” “Well, there you go,” exclaimed the spouse. “And you think I’m out enjoying myself every night!”

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