Uncle, if you and I ever shared an apartment. I imagine the pic of Randall and Klugman would just about sum up the scene.

Uncle... living with women! What kind of a degenerate are you!
So our poker nights are cancelled? Having the guys round, wearing baseball caps and smoking cigars, while you hoover and dust round us and wash the cards!
Living with women... Pervert! I bet she can't iron a button down like me.... Wait till I tell the wife!

Speaking as a reformed mysoginist who is now a devoted militant feminist, I do however, get somewhat miffed, when the missis insists on washing all my shirts in those superfast thimble full of water washes along with 10ton of rainbow coloured crap, to which she retorts "you can wash whites with blues."  As Nietsche once said, "where there be the woman, bring a whip."

Both of his wives were pretty good looking too.

A very jolly 'Lipstick' lesbian, lingerie model, brewery heiress with a keen interest in cordon bleu cookery. With a OCD hang up about dusting and laundry. Oh did I say 'mute' and 'nymphomania'.

If anyone knows such a creature, point her towards my 'Bongo Basement'.