Can’t remember

A wealthy socialite had a night out on the town with her friends.

She awoke the next morning, totally naked and with a monster of a hang-over.

So she rang for the butler and asked for a cup of strong black coffee.

“Jeeves” she said, “I can’t remember a thing about last night. How did I get to bed?”

“Well Madam, I carried you upstairs and put you to bed”

“But my dress?”

“It seemed a pity to crumple it, so I took it off and hung it up”

“But what about my underwear?”

“I thought the elastic might stop the circulation, so I took the liberty of removing them.”

“What a night!” she said. “I must have been tight!”

“Only the first time, Madam.”

Submitted by calamjo
Edited by curtis

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