“What I want to know is where these guys get the type of wives that’ll leave them alone that long,” the sneering, higher pitched host replies. “Thank you! I can’t get through a playoff football game without hearing it from my wife, meanwhile John the Axe Murderer has a house of corpses, and his wife is like, ‘Well he works late sometimes and has his hobbies—’” “He’s a little quiet sometimes—” “A little distant—” “A little weird in bed—” “Ha! You ever wonder what these guys do in bed?” They go on, but I tune them out as I rotate that particular unique phrase in my head. House of corpses.
