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Dragnet, a most perspicacious gentleman who lives a bit southwest, sent
this one on the subject of nagging...

An attorney arrived home late, after a very tough day trying to get a stay
of execution.

His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had failed and he was
feeling worn out and depressed...

As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him
about, "What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you
been? Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it." She carried on and on
and on.

Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he poured
himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the
bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he dragged
himself up the stairs. While he was in the bath, the phone rang.

The wife answered and was told that her husband's client, James Wright,
had been granted a stay of execution after all. Mr. Wright would not be
hanged tonight.

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

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

He whirled around and screamed, "For the love of God, woman - Don't
you ever stop complaining?"
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