A lady gets home early from shopping and hears strange noises coming from the b*dr**m.
She rushes upstairs to find her husband n*k*d on the b*d, sw*ating and p*nting.
“What’s up?” she asks.
“I’m having a h*art *tt*ck,” cries the husband.
The lady rushes downstairs to grab the phone, but just as she’s dialing, her four-year-old son comes up and says,
“Mommy! Mommy! Aunty Susan is hiding in your closet, and she’s g*t no cl*th8s on!”
The lady slams the phone down and storms upstairs into the b*dr**m, right past her husband, and rips open the closet door.
Sure enough, there is her sister, t*t*lly n*k*d and c*wer*ng on the closet floor.
“You r*tten b*t*h she screams, “My husband’s having a h*art *tt*ck, and you’re running around n*k*d, scaring the F**kin* kids
