Bill wakes up at home with a huge hangover.

He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table.

He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.

Bill looks around the room and sees that it is in a perfect order, spotless, clean.

So’s the rest of the house.

As he takes the aspirin, he sees a note on the table that says, “Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. I love you.”

So he proceeds to the kitchen, where he finds a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper.

His kid is also eating at the table.

“Son, what happened last night?” Bill inquiries.

“Well, you came home after 3 a.m., drunk and delirious,” his son remarks.

You shattered some furniture, puked in the corridor, and got a black eye when you stumbled into the door.”

“So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?” Bill wonders.

His son replies, “Oh that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off you said, “Lady, leave me alone, I’m married’!”