A fellow was telling his friends about a woman he had met at the club. He described her as being built like a brick shit house. He was convincing the other guys that this woman would put every Playboy bunny he had ever seen to shame. One other guy asked him if he had taken her out. He said no, but that he was going over to her house at six that evening to show her some new aerobics routines. Evidently, he was some kind of personal trainer. The other guy asked if that was all he was going to do. The guy chuckled and said that her invitation was made with a twinkle in her eye. He said he felt sure they would get it on.
The other guy asked if he had seen her at the club. He said you remember that blond I was talking to yesterday.
The other guy said, “That fox. You can’t be serious, that woman is married.”
He said, “I know that.”
The other asked, “What makes you think that she will sleep with you?”