In the middle of the night the woman leans over, wakes the
man and says, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm awfully cold
and I was wondering if you could possibly get me another
blanket."
The man leans out and, with a glint in his eye, says, "I've
got a better idea ... just for tonight, let's pretend we're
married"
The woman thinks for moment.
"Why not", she giggles.
"Great!", he replies, "Get your own fucking blanket!"
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