Tragedy in Sleeping Cabin

were both still wide awake and they both knew it.
He said: “I’m sorry to bother you, but would you be
willing to reach into the closet under your bed to
get me a second blanket? I’m awfully cold.”

“I have a better idea,” she replied “Just for
tonight,…… let’s pretend that we’re married.”

“That’s a great idea!”, he said, now totally aroused.
“Good,” she replied. “Get your own fucking blanket.”
After a moment of silence, he farted and did not care.