"HA!" he snorted. "The day I buy you a fur coat will be the day you can grow
hair on your chest!"
On that she hikes up her skirt, drops her panties, and thrust her pubic area
forward.
"There! I have hair on my chest, now buy me the damn coat!"
"That's not your chest!" he roars back.
"Damn right it's my chest!" she argued. "Before we got married, this was
your hope chest. On our
honeymoon it was your treasure chest. Afterwards it became our family
chest....AND IF YOU DON'T
BUY ME A FUR COAT....IT WILL SOON BECOME THE COMMUNITY CHEST!"