At the breakfast table the next morning the husband put his head in his hands and groaned loudly.
“Oh bloody hell, what a party last night, I can’t remember a thing about it. Did I make a prat of myself?”
“You sure did,” replied his wife. “You put your hand up the skirt of your boss’s wife and told your boss to piss off.”
“Shit! What happened?”
“He sacked you.”
“Well, fuck him, the bastard.”
“I did,” replied the wife, “and you’ve got your job back.”
* * *
A man arrived at a party half-way through the evening to find most of the guests in the middle of a frenzied party game.
“What’s going on here?” he asked.
“Oh come and join in,” he was urged. “It’s a great game. All the girls are blindfolded and they have to go round guessing who the men are by feeling their private bits.”
The man hesitated.
“Oh I’m not sure about that,” he said.
“Don’t be daft,” came the reply. “Your name’s been called out four times already!”
* * *
After a wild party the night before, both husband and wife woke up with dreadful hangovers.
“Last night in the garden, was it you I made love to?” asked the befuddled husband.
“I don’t know,” replied the wife. “You wouldn’t happen to know what time that was?”