The Artist
There was artist who worked from a studio in
his home. He specialized in nudes, and had been
working on what he thought would be a masterpiece
for several months now.
His model showed up and, after exchanging the
usual greetings and small talk, she began to
undress for the day's work.
He told her not to bother, since he felt pretty
bad with a cold he had been fighting. He added
that he would pay her for the day, but that she
could just go home; he just wanted some hot tea
and then, off to bed.
The model said, "Oh, please, let me fix it
for you. It's the least I can do."
He agreed and told her to fix herself a cup
too. They were sitting in the living room exchanging
small talk and enjoying their tea, when he heard
the front door open and close, then some familiar
footsteps.
"Oh my!" he whispered loudly, "It's my wife!
Quick! Take all your clothes off!"
You'd be surprised how often this happens to me :-)
Posted by: Harvey at August 3, 2004 10:51 AM