Karma points could well be at stake here, because the 'dares' are back in operation, hehehe.
A guy came home from work on the nightshift, horney as hell. Sex was all he had thought about on the journey home, but he knew that he was grounded because of rag-week.
However hard he pleaded with his missus, he was kicked into touch. As a last resort, he begged for some 69.
His wife replied, "You know it's that time of month, but if you don't care, then neither do I."
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, the bloke dragged his wife off to the bedroom, before she had chance to change her mind.
They were going at it like a pair of circus acrobats; when, the doorbell rang. The wife climbed off the bed and cautiously peeked round the curtains, to see who was at the door.
Realising it was the postman, she said to her husband, "I can't go to the door in this state. You'll have to see to the postie."
"I can't go down looking like this," he said. "My face is a right mess."
His wife replied, "Don't fuss. It's only the postman. Just answer the door, and if he says anything, Tell him you were having a jam sandwich."
The bloke pulls on his dressing gown, goes downstairs and opens the front door and greets the postie. "I'm sorry about the state of my mouth, I was eating a jam sandwich."
"Could you please sign for this parcel, sir," said the postman. "And you do realise, sir, that as well as jam round your mouth, you also have peanut butter on your forehead!"
