Or, don't tell me what to do, don't change the channel on the TV, get me a fresh beer when I want one, and you get to stay married to me. COMPROMISE.
Y'all sound like a bunch of eunuchs. Grow a pair FFS.
...now if you'll excuse me I need to finish washing my wife's car.
My top three satirists:
1. Jonathan Swift
2. George Orwell
3. Paulster
In no particular order . . .