As they were walking down the street, the young woman said to her lover, "Why won't you buy me a fur coat? I'm so cold."

Her boyfriend sniffed, "If you knew the answer, why'd you bother asking?"

"And if I didn't wear a halter top and tight jeans," asked the girl, "would you still find me appealing?"

"Let's find out," the man replied gamely.

Dating the first southern girl he'd ever known, the Yankee was surprised when she greeted him at the door in the lowest-cut gown he'd ever seen.

"Th-that's a lovely dress," he stuttered, his eyes on her ample bosom. "Sho' nough," she replied. To which he answered, "I'll say"

Then there was the furrier who

Then there was the furrier who, for a very special client, crossed a mink with a gorilla to produce a unique garment. The fur was spectacular, but, alas, the sleeves were too long.

The rather liberal young lady came home from the store and showed her husband the new dress she'd bought, which was made of plastic and totally transparent.

"But honey," the young man gasped, "people will see right through it"

"No they wont, dummy," she replied. "Ill be inside of it "

Sitting at the bar and admiring the young girl tucked into her skin-tight jeans, the single gentleman asked, "You've got to tell me, miss, how anyone gets into those pants."

"Well," she smiled, "he starts by buying me a drink."