Victoria's Secret
A husband walks into Victoria's Secret to purchase some sheer lingerie
for his wife. He is shown several possibilities that range from $250
to $500 in price; the sheerer, the higher the price. He opts for the
sheerest item, pays the $500 and takes the lingerie 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 modeling naked, return it tomorrow and keep the $500 refund for
myself."
So she appears naked on the balcony and strikes a pose.
Her husband says, "Good Lord! You'd think that for $500, they'd at
least iron it!"
He never heard the shot.
Funeral on Friday.
A husband walks into Victoria's Secret to purchase some sheer lingerie
for his wife. He is shown several possibilities that range from $250
to $500 in price; the sheerer, the higher the price. He opts for the
sheerest item, pays the $500 and takes the lingerie 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 modeling naked, return it tomorrow and keep the $500 refund for
myself."
So she appears naked on the balcony and strikes a pose.
Her husband says, "Good Lord! You'd think that for $500, they'd at
least iron it!"
He never heard the shot.
Funeral on Friday.
