Hair on her chest

A WOMAN asked her husband to buy her a fur coat for her 30th birthday.
“Ha!” he snorted. “The day I buy you a fur coat will be the day you can grow hair on your chest.”
The chick hiked up her skirt, dropped her panties and thrust her crotch forward. “There,” she said. “I have hair on my chest, now buy me a fur coat.”
“That’s not your chest,” laughed her husband.
“Damn right it’s my chest,” she shot back. “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’s about to become the community chest!”