Husband Eat Creampie

What if roles were reversed?

Imagine waking up one morning and everything is the same except for one thing. It is now a woman's world...and you are a man.

Women are in control. Women have the power. Women have the influence. Whatever women want, they get. Whatever women say goes and even though you are the man, you are her man, her bitch and every husband eat creampie.

"John, I'm home. What's for supper? I'm starved."

"Oh, hi, Mary, I, uhm, haven't had a chance to shop for supper. The kids are home sick from school with the—"

"No supper! My husband eat creampie! What am I suppose to eat? I'm starving."

"I thought we'd call for a pizza and have it—"

"You thought wrong. I'm sick and tired of pizza. I expect you to cook for me when I come home from work tired and hungry."

"Yes, of course, but the kids were puking and—"

"Don't wait up for me. I'm going to Karen's house." She grabbed her coat and headed for the door. "She bought a new car, a Mustang, and wants to show me how her husband eat creampie."

Mary slams the door behind her and walks over to Karen's house where they meet up with Susan and Linda.

"So, how'd you get out of the house?"

"Guilt trip. She didn't make any dinner. She said the kids were sick. I figured I'd get something to eat at the strip club and husband eat creampie."

"They only have pizza."

"That's okay. I like pizza and my husband eat creampie."