A man and a woman who have never met before find themselves in the
same
sleeping carriage of a train. After the initial embarrassment,
they
both manage to get to sleep; the woman on the top bunk, the man on
the
lower.
In the middle of the night the woman leans over and says,
"I'm sorry
to bother you, but I'm awfully cold and I was wondering if
you could
possibly pass me another blanket."
The man leans out
and, with a glint in his eye, says, "I've got a
better idea... let's
pretend we're married."
"Why not," giggles the
woman.
"Good," he replies. "Get your own damn
blanket."
JizzY
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"Behind
Death, the patricians small pet swamp dragon
held on grimly to the bony hips
and thought: 'gaurds or
no gaurds, the next time we pass a window I'm going
to
run like buggery'."