A husband walks into Victoria's Boutique to purchase sheer lingerie for his wife.
He is shown several possibilities that range from $250 to $500; the more sheer,
the higher the price. He opts for the one that is most sheer, pays the $500 and
takes the lingerie home.
He presents it to his wife, 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. I'll do the modeling naked, return it tomorrow and keep
the $500 refund for myself.'
Eventually, she appears naked on the balcony and strikes a pose.
The husband says,'Fuck me! You'd think for $500, they'd at least iron the bloody
thing'
He never heard the shot.
The Funeral is next Thursday.