A chief and an admiral were sitting in the barber shop. They were both just getting finished with their shaves -- the barbers were reaching for some aftershave to slap on their faces. The admiral shouted, "Hey, don't put that shit on me! My wife will think I've been in a whorehouse!" The chief turned to his barber and said, "Go ahead and put it on. My wife doesn't know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like."
(From the "Rest" of RHF)