When I came home from work last night Al Bundy was sitting on the couch with a hammer in his pants.
"Why do you have a hammer in your pants babe?" I asked.
"Leave me alooone Peg!"
"I'm not Peg. That hurts my feelings."
"I built a man hut in the garage."
I walked into the garage and there was a couch, a TV, and pin-ups from hustler magazine all over the walls. The audience kept laughing at me and I felt embarrassed. I tried to look at them and convey with my face how embarrassed they were making me feel, but the stage lights were too bright and pointed directly at me. I went back out into the living room.
"Why are you not sitting on the couch out there?" I pointed at the garage.
"Shut up peg."
"Please stop calling me Peg."
I went into the kitchen and the audience started laughing at me again. My slutty daughter came in and said something stupid. The audience laughed at her. Al Bundy said something mean to her. I took bon bon's out of the freezer and we all sat on the couch and stared at the TV, when the annoying theme song started playing. "I like Frank Sinatra," I thought.