After meeting in a pub, a couple returned to the woman's flat for a drink. It wasn't long before things became passionate, and the couple began tearing their clothes off as they headed for the bedroom.
Fifteen minutes later, the woman suddenly jumped up in bed and cried. "Oh my god, it's my husband!"
"Crap," exclaimed the guy, trying to find his pants, "where's the back door?"
"There isn't one," replied the woman, panicking.
"Okay," said the guy, "where would you like one?"
