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 £400
in price, the more sheer, the higher the price.
Naturally, he opts for the most sheer item, pays the £400, 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 modelling naked,
return it tomorrow, and keep the £400 refund for myself.” She appears
naked on the balcony and strikes a pose.
The husband says, “Good Grief!
You’d think for £400, they’d at least iron it!”
He never heard the shot.
Funeral on Thursday at Noon.
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