A biker tells his old lady he is going out to the titie bars with his buds. Of course, she raises Hell and tells him not to come home stumbling drunk and brow beats him all the way out the door. Well, sure enough, about 3 in the morning his buddies drop him off in the front yard and take off because they know the wrath of which he is about to endure.

He stumbles into the house and his wife immediately lays into him about his about his current condition. He promptly passes out in his chair in the front room.

The next morning he wakes up in bed. He gets up and stumbles into the kitchen in a hung over haze. His wife is standing by the sink. She turns to him and smiles and brings him a cup of coffee and some aspirins. Gives him a little kiss and tells him she loves him and walks away singing to herself. The biker is in shock and thinks he is in a dream.

About that time his son comes into the kitchen. He looks at him in pure amazement and asks, “What is up with your Mom?” To which the son replies, you were pass out last night and we had to carry you to bed. Mom was taking off your cloths to put you to bed when you suddenly came too, pushed Mom away and yelled, “Get off me lady, I’m a married man.”