Ruckus

[Seafood]

There was a ruckus going on down the street.

One of the rioters threw a brick through our kitchen window and hit my wife on the head, knocking her out. I ran outside and chased the b*st*rd down. I dragged him back to the house and pointed to my bloodied wife in a heap on the floor.

I pulled out a knife and said, "It's time to face the consequences of your actions."

Shaking, he said, "What are you going to do?"

"Me?" I replied, handing him the knife. "I'm not going to do anything. YOU'RE going to finish making my sandwich."