Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after his company’s Christmas party — and he has no clue how he got home.
He wakes up to see aspirins and a glass of water, and next to them a single red rose. His clothes are neatly pressed, and the house is spotless.
Checking the bathroom mirror, he sees a huge black eye. Then he spots a note from his wife:
“Honey, breakfast is on the stove. I left early to get groceries to make your favourite dinner tonight. I love you darling! Love, Jillian.”
Downstairs, he finds a hot breakfast, coffee, the morning paper—and their son eating at the table. He asks:
Jack: “Son, what happened last night?”
Son: “Well, you came home after three, completely drunk, knocked over the coffee table, puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door.”
Jack is puzzled: “Then why is the house so clean and I have a rose and breakfast ready?”
Son replies:
“Oh, that? Mum dragged you to the bedroom. When she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, ‘Leave me alone—I’m married!’”
