Blazing Row With Wife

“Pour me a double whisky, mate. I’ve just had a blazing row with my wife,” Gary tells Charlie, the barman of his local pub.

“Oh, yeah?” says Charlie. “Who won?”

“Well, when it was all over, she came crawling to me on her hands and knees,” Gary says.

“Really?” says Charlie. “What did she say?”

“She said, ‘Come out from under the bed, you snivelling coward.’”