Out Drinking

The two buddies had been out drinking for hours when their money finally ran out.
“I have an idea,” mumbled Al. “Lesh go over to my housh and borrow shum money from my wife.”
The two of them reeled into Al’s living room, snapped on the light, and, lo and behold, there was Al’s wife on the sofa screwing another man. This state of affairs considerably unnerved Al’s friend, but didn’t seem to affect the husband.
“Shay, dear, you have any money for your ever- lovin’ hushban?” he asked.
“Yes, yes,” she snapped. “Take my purse from the mantel and, for Pete’s sake, turn off those lights.”
Outside, they examined the purse, and Al proudly announced, “There’s enough here for a beer for you and a beer for me. Pretty good eh, old buddy?”
“But, Al,” protested his friend somewhat sobered by the spectacle he’d just witnessed, “what about that fellow back there screwing your wife?”
“Fuck him,” replied Al. “Let him buy his own godam beer.”