Meh, he doesn't complain when I fish all day long or walk around my house in my underwear after a sixer of microbrew.
If I ever want to remember what a woman's voice in my house sounds like I put a handful of silverware and a live squirrel down my garbage disposal and turn it on.
"Ah yes, now I remember...."
It was passed on to me, like the logging moose pic. I don't look close enough.
Thats a beef rib in bullys mouth, raw.