El Sprintero

A woman is having a daytime affair while her husband is killing himself at work.

One wet and lusty day she is in bed with her boyfriend when, to her horror, she hears her husband's car pull into the driveway.

"Oh my God--Hurry! Grab your clothes and jump out the window, my husband's home early!"

"I can't jump out the window--it's raining cats and dogs out there!"

"If my husband catches us in here, he'll kill us both!" she ejaculates. "He's got a hot temper--and a gun! The rain is the least of your problems!"

The boyfriend hightails it outta the sack, grabs his clothes and jumps out the window.

As he runs down the street in the pouring rain, he soon discovers he has run right into the middle of the town's annual marathon.

He starts running alongside the other competitors--about 300 of them.

Although naked, with his clothes tucked under his arm, he tries to blend in as best he can with an infectious melange of faux nonchalance and sublimated panic.

After a while a small gaggle of runners who had been watching him with some curiosity jogs closer.

"Do you always run in the nude?" one asks.

"Oh yes!" he replies, gulping in air. "It feels so wonderfully free!"

Another runner moves alongside. "Do you always run carrying your clothes with you under your arm?"

"Absolutely!" exclaims the nude joggist. "That way I can get dressed at the end of the run, hop in my car and drive straight home!"

Then a third runner casts his eyes somewhat lower and inquires: "Do you always wear a condom when you run?"

"No! Just when it's raining!"