Marge was in bed with a man (not her husband). All of a sudden, they heard a noise downstairs. Oh, my God, your husband is home! What am I going to do? Just stay in bed with me. Hes probably so drunk, he aint 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 Marge, so he trusted her advice. Sure enough, Marges 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 hell is going on? I see six feet at the end of the bed! Dear, youre so drunk, you cant count. If you dont believe me, count them again. Honey! he yelled. What the hell is going on? I see six feet at the end of the bed! Dear, youre so drunk, you cant count. If you dont believe me, count them again. The husband got out of bed, and counted. One, two, three, four... By gosh, youre right, dear!
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 13:59:05 +0000