I got home from the pub four hours late last night.

“Where the hell have you been?” screamed my wife.

I said, “I’ve been playing poker with some blokes.”

“Playing poker with some blokes? Well that does it! You can pack your bags and go!”

“So can you,” I said. “This isn’t our house any more.”

Later on I said "I'm going back to the pub. Get your coat on."

"Oh, are you taking me?" She asked

"No, I'm turning the heating off."