There was an artist, who worked from a studio in his home. He specialized in n*des, and had been working on what he thought would be a masterpiece for several months now.
As usual, his model reported that morning. After exchanging greetings and some small talk, she began to *ndr*ss for the day's work. He told her not to bother, that he felt pretty bad because of a cold he had been fighting. He added that he would pay her for the day, but that she could just go home; he just wanted to have some hot tea and got to bed.
The model said, "Oh, please, let me fix the tea for you. It's the least I can do." He agreed and told her to fix herself a cup too.
They were sitting in the living room just exchanging small talk and enjoying their tea, when he heard the front door open and close, then some familiar footsteps.
"Oh my God!!!" he whispered loudly, "It's my wife! Quick! Take off all your cl*thes!"
2007-03-08
16:27:50
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