Nag, nag' nag.

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An attorney got home late one evening, after a
very difficult and stressful day trying to get a
stay of execution for a client, Sam Wright, who
was due to be hanged for murder at midnight. His
last-minute plea to the governor for clemency had
failed, and he was feeling worn out and depressed.

As soon as he got through the door at home, his wife
started on him about, "What time of night do you
call this? Where have you been?" and on and on.

Too shattered to play his usual role in this
familiar ritual, he went and poured himself a glass
of scotch and headed off for a long hot soak in the
jacuzzi, pursued by the predictable sarcastic
remarks from his wife.

While he was unwinding, the phone rang. The wife
answered and was told that her husband's client had
been granted his stay of execution after all.

Finally realizing what a day he must have had, she
decided to go upstairs to apologize and give him the
good news. As she opened the bathroom door, she was
greeted by the sight of her husband's rear end as he
was bent over naked drying his legs and feet.

"They're not hanging Wright tonight," she said.

He whirled around and screamed, "FOR CRYING OUT
LOUD, WOMAN, DON'T YOU EVER STOP!"