Rex came home after a hard day at work. He went into the kitchen and realized that it had been freshly painted. He was surprised. He asked his wife if she had painted the kitchen.
Karen sat on the couch while eating Cheetos and bon-bons. “No,” she replied. “I’ve been asking you to do the kitchen for weeks. I was complaining to the neighbor about it and he said that if I would have s*x with him he would paint it today.”
Rex immediately ran upstairs into the bedroom. Karen could hear the closet door open. She knew he kept the gun there. She giggled with glee about the trouble she was about to cause.
Rex stormed down the stairs and he threw black, lacy lingerie on her lap. He said, “If you see him tomorrow put this on. I need shelves put up in the garage!”