A statue in the Kitchen

One evening, while her husband is away on a business trip, the wife is at home having sex with her lover.

The headlights of a car pulling into the driveway startle her, and she looks out the window to see her husband getting out of a Taxi.

“Oh my god, it’s my husband, he’s home early!.” She shrieks.

“What are we going do?” the lover asks nervously.

“Quick, follow me! Forget the clothes, there’s no time!” She yells.

They both run out of the room completely naked, down the back stairs and into the kitchen. Frantically, the naked woman begins tearing through the cabinets, pulls out a big metal tin full of flour and shoves it into the naked man’s arms.

“Here, sprinkle this all over yourself, then stand in the corner and don’t move a muscle!”

The man shrugs his shoulders. Not having time to argue, he does as he’s told.

A few moments later, the husband comes in and greets his nude wife in the kitchen. The two begin a heavy lovemaking session, during which the husband says, “What’s with the statue?” pointing to the naked, flour covered man.

“Oh, uhh, I saw one just like it at the Smith’s house down the street, and I thought one would look really good here,” she responds nervously.

The husband thinks nothing more of it, and the two move into the living room where they continue their lovemaking.

A few hours later, when he is sure his wife is asleep, the husband gets up, and goes into the kitchen.

He opens the fridge, makes a sandwich, pours a glass of milk, then picks up both both, walks up to the statue and says, “Here, eat this, I stood in the Smith house for two days, and not a single SOB even offered me a lousy glass of water.”