Last night I was crabby and I got irritated and the stupid lamp in the living room. I put in three light bulbs and NONE OF THEM WORKED. By the time I finally got a working light bulb in there I was cursing at it like a sailor.
Grouchily, I frowned at Gllen and said, "That was too hard."
He looked at me, calculating in his mind and replied, "There's a joke in there... but I will refrain." My face screwed up into a full-on scowl and he lifted his arms to protect himself just in case I threw a punch and exclaimed "I REFRAINED!!!!!"
I backed away infinitesimally.
That small gesture of retreat gave him the confidence to un-refrain, because he said, "How many girlfriends does it take to screw in a light bulb?" My hand curled into a fist. Before I could take any further action, he placated, "Just one." I gave him a good, long angry stare before retreating into the living room. I knew what the real joke was, even if he hadn't gotten it yet...
How many boyfriends does it take to screw in a light bulb?
None. His girlfriend will do it for him.
