There comes a time when a woman just has to trust her husband no matter what:
The wife comes home late at night from a night out with the girls.
She quietly opens the door to her bedroom.
From under the sheets she sees four legs instead of two.
She reaches for a baseball bat and starts hitting the sheet as hard as she can.
Leaving the covered bodies groaning, she goes to the kitchen to have a drink.
As she enters, she see's her husband there, reading a magazine.
"Hi sweetheart" he says. "your parents have come to visit us.
I let them stay in our bedroom. Did you say hello ?"
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