Married with Children1987

Al:
Every day for the past 30 years you high-heeled pitbulls blamed us for everything. From not being able to go to Harvard to not being able to get into strech pants.

[the men agree]

Bob Rooney:
We've been called pigs.

Pete:
We've been called scum.

Jefferson:
We've even been called Ply wood bottoms.

[the men look at him wierd]

Jefferson:
Or at least I have.

Al:
But we're sick and tired of it. Now we have list of demands and if these demands are not met, we're going to take this masculine feminist and perform television's first sexorcism.

[the men in the audience cheered as a tied up and gagged, Jerry Springer looks shocked and tries to move his chair away]

Al:
Tell them what thist is Jefferson.

Jefferson:
[removes mask] My name's Hank.

Al:
Right. Sorry Hank

Jefferson:
That's ok Al.

[the men look at him wierd]

Jefferson:
Anyway if these demands go unheeded, not only we'll Jerry to watch hours of Pro Wrestling. But we'll force him to watch them in these.

[Jim reveals a stinky yellow under shrit and Pete shows a pair of boxers which reads "It's All Me."]

Jefferson:
A Stinky yellow undershirt and a pair of boxers which reads "It's All Me."

[the men cheered as the No Ma'am members shove the clothes in Jerry's face who tries to resist them]

Jefferson:
It's All Me boxers are coutesy of Bob Rooney. [Bob corrects him] I mean Dirk Rooney. Back to you A, Clyde. The hell.

Al:
Demand one, you gals want a ladies night, try having it in the kitchen cooking for a man.

Al:
[the men cheered and Jerry rolls his eyes] Demand two, don't put on a dress and ask us if it makes you look fat, we hate that. Besides it's not the dress that makes you look fat. It's the fat that makes you look fat. [cheering] Demand three, don't ask us to talk or cuddle after sex, or before sex or during sex. You're lucky we take our pants off.

Bob Rooney:
You take your pants off, how you get them over your shoes.

Jefferson:
Demand four, don't ask us to say "I love you" over the phone. It's hard enough to say it to someone we're paying a minute to talk to.

Pete:
Demand five, Stop talking about Fabio.

Al:
Anyway those are our fve demands. We had five more, but someone couldn't blow his nose without a hankey.