GoingtotheBar?

Thiscouplehadonlybeenmarriedfortwoweeks.Thehusband,althoughverymuchinlove,couldn'twaittogooutintotownandparty,sohesaystohisnewbride,Honey,I'llberightback...Whereareyougoingcoochicooh...?askshiswife.I'mgoingtothebar,prettyface.I'mgoingtohaveabeer.repliesthehusband.Thewifeputsherhandsonherhipsandsaystohim,Youwantabeermylove...?Thensheopensthedoortotherefrigeratorandshowshim25differentkindsofbeerbrandsfrom12differentcountries.Thehusbanddoesn'tknowwhattodo,andtheonlythingthathecanthinkofsayingis:Yes,loolieloolie...butthebar...youknow...thefrozenglass.Hedidn'tgettofinishsayingthesentence,whenthewifeinterruptshimbysaying,Youwantafrozenglasspuppyface...?Shetakesoutofthefreezerahugebeermugsofrozenthatthewifewasgettingthechillsfromholdingit.Thehusbandlookingabitpalesays,Yes,tootsieroll.Butatthebartheyhavethosehoer'sdedevoursthatarereallydelicious...Iwon'tbelong.I'llberightback.Ipromise.OK?Youwanthoer'sdedevourspoochipooh..?Sheopenstheovenandtakesout15dishesofdifferenthoer'sdedevours...chickenwings,pigsintheblanket,mushroomcaps,porkstrips,etc.Butsweethoney...atthebar...youknow...theswearing,thedirtywordsandallthat...repliesthehusbandindesparation.Youwantdirtywordscutiepie...?HERE!DRINKYOURDAMNBEERINYOURDAMNFROZENGLASSANDEATYOURDAMNHOER'SDEVOURS,BECAUSEYOUARENOTGOINGANYWHEREASSHOLE!