Drunk Husband

Marge was in bed with a man. All of a sudden, they heard a noise downstairs.

The man said, “Oh, my gosh, 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 Marge, so he trusted her advice.

Marge’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 is going on? I see six feet at the end of the bed!”

“Dear, youre 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… Gosh, you’re right, dear!”