"Sure, sweetie!" she squeaks, "what could be better? I mean, you can't cook for yourself, you're not very attractive and you're a very jealous lover, but.. shucks, I'm just a blonde girl looking for a husband. You WILL let me drive the Mercedes won't you, dear?"

And the two of you lived happily ever after until you slept with the babysitter and your wife left you for a brown-haired man - he was more her TYPE because of his hair colour.

WILD!!