Next Thursday's Funeral
Published by Rick on Sunday, August 16, 2009.
A husband walks into Victoria's Secret to purchase a sheer negligee for his wife. He is shown several possibilities that range from £200 to £450 in price - the more sheer, the higher the price it seems. Naturally, he opts for the most sheer item, pays the £450, and takes it home. He presents it to his wife and asks her to go upstairs, put it on, and model it for him.
Upstairs the wife thinks, "I have an idea. It's so sheer that it might as well be nothing. I won't put it on, but I'll do the modeling naked, return it tomorrow, and keep the £450 refund for myself."
She appears naked at the top of the stairs and strikes a pose.
The husband gasps and exclaims, "Good Grief! You'd think for £450, they'd at least have ironed it!"
He never heard the shot.
The funeral is on Thursday at noon.
Upstairs the wife thinks, "I have an idea. It's so sheer that it might as well be nothing. I won't put it on, but I'll do the modeling naked, return it tomorrow, and keep the £450 refund for myself."
She appears naked at the top of the stairs and strikes a pose.
The husband gasps and exclaims, "Good Grief! You'd think for £450, they'd at least have ironed it!"
He never heard the shot.
The funeral is on Thursday at noon.
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