A husband and wife were sound asleep in their bedroom in the middle of the night.
Suddenly, the wife heard a strange noise coming from the kitchen downstairs.
Terrified, she nudged her husband firmly and whispered: “Wake up, honey! I think there’s a burglar downstairs. Go down there and check right now!”
The husband, still half-asleep and not wanting to get out of the warm bed, tried to make an excuse: “Oh, don’t worry, honey. It’s probably just the wind or the cat.”
The wife pushed him harder and snapped: “We don’t have a cat! Get up and go look, or I’m calling the police!”
Knowing he couldn’t argue, the husband sighed, stripped completely naked, grabbed a heavy wooden golf club from the closet, and crept downstairs in the pitch dark.
Five minutes later, the wife heard a loud crash, followed by the sound of a woman screaming and a heavy thud. Panicking, she sprinted downstairs, turned on the kitchen light, and fr*ze in absolute h*rr*r.
There was no burglar. Instead, her husband was standing n*ked, holding a broken golf club, staring at his 25-year-old hot blonde secretary who was lying on the floor holding a tray of baked cookies.
The husband turned around, sweated bullets, and looked at his furious wife: “Honey, I can explain! I had no idea there was a burglar… I thought it was just a dream about work!”
The secretary mếu máo added: “Sir… you texted me at 2 AM saying ‘Bring the corporate buns to my desk immediately for an urgent meeting’, so I baked these as fast as I could!”
