A woman was in bed with her hunky lover. They were having a great time rolling in the hay, when she suddenly heard her husband open the front door.
Her husband could walk into the bedroom and find them any second now. She had to think fast, and suddenly she got an idea.
‘Hurry’ she told her lover, go stand in the corner. There was no way to get out of the bedroom without being seen from the front door, so the lover hurriedly did as she said.
She quickly rubbed baby oil all over him, and then she dusted him with talcum powder.
‘Don’t move until I tell you to,’ she whispered in a strict voice, ‘Just pretend you’re a statue.’
Her lover was confused by what she was doing, but he complied and stood completely still.
Seconds later, her husband walked into the bedroom. He eyed the scene and asked. ‘What’s this, honey?’
‘Oh, it’s just a statue.’ she replied nonchalantly. ‘The smiths bought one for their bedroom. I liked it so much, I got one for us too.’
No more was said about the statue, not even later that night when they went to sleep.
Around two in the morning the husband got out of bed, went to the kitchen and returned a while later with a sandwich and a glass of milk.
‘Here,’ he said to the statue, ‘eat something. I stood like an idiot at the Smiths’ for three days and nobody offered me as much as a glass of water.’