Fur Coat

A woman asks her husband to buy her a fur coat for their 25th anniversary.

“HA,” he snorted, “The day I buy you a fur coat will be the day you can grow hair on your chest!”

On that she hikes up her skirt, drops her panties, and thrusts her pubic area forward. “There! I have hair on my chest, now buy me a fur coat.”

“That’s not your chest!” he roars back. “Damn right it’s my chest,” she argued.

“Before we got married, this was your hope chest. On our honeymoon, it was your treasure chest. Afterwards it became our family chest.

AND IF YOU DON’T BUY ME A FUR COAT, IT WILL SOON BECOME THE COMMUNITY CHEST!”