A woman walked into the kitchen after a long day at the office to find her husband, Carl, pacing around tightly wielding a fly swatter.
“What are you doing, Carl?” she asked.
“Hunting flies,” he replied proudly. “I’ve already bagged three males and two females.”
Amused and skeptical, she asked, “How on earth can you tell the difference between male and female flies?”
Carl smirked and replied, “Easy. Three were sitting on the beer can, and two were on the phone.”
