A man is sitting on his front stoop staring morosely1 at the ground when his neighbour strolls over. The neighbour tries to start a conversation several times, but the older man barely responds. Finally, the neighbour asks what the problem is.
Well, the man says, I ran afoul of one of those questions women ask. Now I'm in the doghouse.
What kind of question? the neighbour asks.
My wife asked me if I would still love her when she was old, fat and ugly.
That's easy, says the neighbour. You just say, 'Of course I will'.
Yeah, says the other man, that's what I meant to say. But what came out was, 'Of course I do.'