’ --Ethan, 7 years old‘I give Dad’s beer to the dog and he goes to sleep.’ --Shirley, 7 years oldAND THE BEST RESPONSE‘My Mum drinks beer an... she says silly things and picks on my father. Whenever she drinks beer she yells at Dad and tells him to go bury his bone down the street again, but that doesn’t make any sense.’ --Jack, 7 yearsAn old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morningtil night she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief. My memory was that her rear door was so tight that it left my shaft damaged for the next two days and I was concerned she had done me a permanent injury. Actually, that was a happy thought looking back on it because I had watched her limping for a few days with a satisfied look on her face whenever she glanced my way.Her period of doing the married men lasted close to a year and now she has, or I should say, had a younger boyfriend with a devil-may-care attitude that the teenaged girls seemed. She glowed a smile back at him.Dave turned to the next at the table, “Larry?”Larry blushed slightly at being singled out. He started slowly, “I have a confession to make, but I need to preface it with some personal background.“My father and grandfather were both what you might call ‘real men’ outside the Circle’s gates.” He thumped his chest. “They had to be the best at what they tried, and they were the dominant ones in their families. Their wives, including my mother, were the ‘little lady’,. When we began, he rushed in and I stood him up with a right-left combination. He just shook it off and kept coming at me. He wanted to get in close and turn this into a street fight. I wrapped him up and Fritz told us to break. As I stepped back, Bud threw a big hook to the side of my head that staggered me. Fritz stepped between us to see if I was okay.I nodded and Fritz stepped back to let us fight. In our next clash, Bud got in close and tried to punish me with body shots. I twisted and.