A husband walks into Victoria 's Secret to purchase a sheer negligee for
his wife. He is shown several possibilities that range from $250 to $500
in price, the more sheer, the higher the price. Naturally, he opts for
the sheerest item pays the $500 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 $500 refund for myself.'
So she appears naked on the balcony and strikes a pose.
The husband says, 'Good Grief! You'd think for $500, they'd at least
iron it!'
He never heard the shot.
Funeral on Friday at Noon. Closed coffin.
his wife. He is shown several possibilities that range from $250 to $500
in price, the more sheer, the higher the price. Naturally, he opts for
the sheerest item pays the $500 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 $500 refund for myself.'
So she appears naked on the balcony and strikes a pose.
The husband says, 'Good Grief! You'd think for $500, they'd at least
iron it!'
He never heard the shot.
Funeral on Friday at Noon. Closed coffin.
