Phil was at the bar one night, and complained about having a headache.
“I’ve got a beaut cure for a headache,” said his mate Trev.
“Whenever I have a headache I head home and I get my wife to give me a long, slow, wet bl**job. Never fails.”
A week went by and they were in the bar again, talking.
“Did you try my headache cure,” asked Trev.
“Yeah said Phil, worked great! Your house is nice, too!”