An unhappy biker walks into a bar, sits at the counter and orders a drink.
“Charlie, pour me a strong one. Just had another fight with the old lady.”
Charlie smirks. “Oh yeah? How’d this one end?”
The biker takes a sip and grumbles, “Well, when it was over, she came to me on her hands and knees.”
Charlie raises an eyebrow. “No kidding? That’s a first! What’d she say?”
“She said, ‘Get out from under the bed, you damn coward.”