One day, as I was going through the mailman's daily present of bills and junk mail, I came across a letter addressed to my wife that had no return address.  At first, I had decided to open it for curiousity's sake.  However, I stopped myself and (being the self-analytical soul I am) took a closer look at my motives.  Sure enough, upon this inner inspection I discovered the beginnings of a disgustingly chauvinistic jealousy.

     I now knew what must be done.  I tore the envelope open in order to prove to myself what a ridiculous notion I was having.  This is what met my gaze:
 

"Dear Friend:
     This chain letter was started by a woman like yourself in hopes of bringing relief for tired, discontented women.  Unlike most chain letters, this does not cost anything.  Just send a copy of this letter to five of your female friends who are equally tired.  Then bundle your husband up and send him to the woman whose name comes to the top of the list, you will get 748 men, and some of them are dandies, I can assure you.
     Have faith and do not break the chain.
     One woman broke the chain and got her own son-of-a-bitch back.
     At the time of writing, a friend of mine had received 183 men.  They buried her yesterday, but it took three undertakers 36 hours to get the smile off her face."