Cooperative Husband After thirty-five years of marriage, a husband and wifewent for counseling. When asked what the problem was, the wife went into a tirade listing every problem they were experiencing, going on and on; neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable—recounting an entire laundry list of unmet needs she endured.
Finally, after listening to her for several minutes, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking the wife to stand, embraced and kissed her long and passionately as her husband watched with a raised eyebrow. The woman quietly sat down with her eyes glazed over in a daze. The therapist turned to the husband and said, WWW“This is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you do WWWthis?”
WWW“Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on WWWFridays, I always go fishing.” WWW
Chinese Sick Leave
Wong Chow calls into work and tells his boss, “I no come work today, I really sick; got headache, stomach ache and legs hurt, no come work. His boss says, “Wong, I really need you today…you know, when i feel sick like you do, I go to my wife and tell her to have sex with me, and that makes everything better and then I can go to work. You try that.”
Wong, “Ok, I try.
Two hours later Wong Chow calls in again and says to his boss, “I do what you say, that really work, I feel great, I be at work soon…you know, you got nice house.” WWW
The Bottle of Wine
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw am elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road. Since the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks, the woman gets into the car.
Resuming the trip, Sally tried in vain to make some small talk with her passenger, but the old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.
“What in bag?” she asked.
Sally looked down at the bag and said, “It’s a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband.”
The Navajo was silent for a moment, then speaking with quiet wisdom of an elder, said, “Good trade.”