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A husband walks into Anne Summers to purchase a sheer negligee for his
wife. He is shown several possibilities that range from £50 to £200 in
price, the more sheer, the higher the price.
Naturally, he opts for the most sheer item, pays the £200, 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 £200 refund for myself.'
She appears naked on the balcony and strikes a pose. The husband says,
'Good Grief! You'd think for £200, they'd at least iron it!'
He never heard the shot !!!
wife. He is shown several possibilities that range from £50 to £200 in
price, the more sheer, the higher the price.
Naturally, he opts for the most sheer item, pays the £200, 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 £200 refund for myself.'
She appears naked on the balcony and strikes a pose. The husband says,
'Good Grief! You'd think for £200, they'd at least iron it!'
He never heard the shot !!!