A husband went into a Victoria's Secret to buy a sheer negligee for his wife. The more sheer, the higher the price. He opted for the sheerest one for $500.
He gives it to his wife and asks her to put it on and model it for him.
Upstairs, the wife thinks (she's no dummy) "I have an idea...it's so sheer that it might as well be nothing. I'll just do the modeling naked, return it tomorrow and keep the $500 for myself."
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. The closed casket funeral will be held on Thursday.
He gives it to his wife and asks her to put it on and model it for him.
Upstairs, the wife thinks (she's no dummy) "I have an idea...it's so sheer that it might as well be nothing. I'll just do the modeling naked, return it tomorrow and keep the $500 for myself."
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. The closed casket funeral will be held on Thursday.
