Nag, nag.

[Bootneck]

An attorney got home late one evening, after a very taxing day trying to
get a stay of execution for a client,
James Wright, who was due to be hanged for murder at midnight. His
last-minute plea for clemency to the
governor had failed and he was feeling worn out and depressed.

As soon as he got through the door at home, his wife started on
him about, "What time of night do you
call this? Where have you been?" And on and on.

Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he
went and poured himself a shot of whisky
and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub pursued by the
predictable sarcastic remarks.

While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered and
was told that her husband's client had
been granted his stay of execution after all.

Finally realizing what a day he must have had, she decided to go
upstairs to give him the good news. As she opened the bathroom door,
she was greeted by the sight of her
husband's rear end as he was bent over naked drying his legs and
feet.

"They're not hanging Wright tonight," she said.

He whirled around and screamed, "FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, WOMAN DON'T
YOU EVER
STOP"??!!