Kathy 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. He’s probably so
drunk; he isn’t going to 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 Kathy, so
he trusted her advice.
Sure enough, Kathy’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 hell 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 got out of bed, and counted. “One, two,
three, and four… By gosh, you’re right, dear!”
