Six Feet

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by okie, Mar 10, 2004.

  1. okie

    okie GT Mayor

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    Oct 28, 2001
    Muskogee Ok.
    Jill was in bed with a man who was not her husband and things
    were heating up. All of a sudden, they heard a noise downstairs.

    "Oh my God, your husband is home. What am I going to do?"

    "Aw, just stay in bed with me. He's probably so drunk, he ain't
    gonna notice you here with me."

    The fear of getting caught trying to escape was more powerful
    than the thought of getting caught in bed with Jill, so he
    trusted her advice. Sure enough, Jill's husband came crawling
    into bed and as he pulled the covers over him, he pulled the
    blankets, exposing six feet.

    "Honey!" he yelled, "What the heck is going on? I see six feet at
    the end of the bed."

    "Dear, you're so drunk, you can't count. If you don't believe me,
    count them again."

    The husband then got out of bed, and re-counted, "One, two,
    three, four... by gosh, you're right, dear!" as he stumbled back
    into bed.