A man and a woman who had never met before,
but who were both married to other people,
found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a trans-continental train.
Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room,
they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly, he in the upper berth and she in the lower.
At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying...'Ma'am,
I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold.'
'I have a better idea,' she replied 'Just for tonight...let's pretend that we're married.'
'Wow!....................... That's a great idea!', he exclaimed.
'Good,' she replied. ..............'Get your own fucking blanket.'
After a moment of silence, .......................he farted.
This one has been around the block for a while, but it is still a classic
Note Found on the Refrigerator One Morning:
My Dear Wife,
You will surely understand that I have certain needs that
you, being 54 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very
happy with you and I value you as a good wife.
Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not
wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the
evening with my 18 year old secretary at the Comfort
Inn Hotel. Please don't be upset I shall be home
When the man came home late that night, he found the
following letter on the dining room table:
My Dear Husband,
I received your letter and thank you for your honesty
about my being 54 years old. I would like to take this
opportunity to remind you that you are also 54 years
As you know, I am a math teacher at our local college.
I would like to inform you that while you read this, I
will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my
students, who is also the assistant tennis coach. He is young,
virile, and like your secretary, is 18 years old.
As a successful businessman who has an excellent
knowledge of math, you will understand that we are in the same
situation, although with one small difference - 18 goes
into 54 a lot more times than 54 goes into 18.
I will not be home until sometime tomorrow.