A tasteless joke

Instead of Hemingway, I've spent the greater part of this early morning reading Philip Roth's Sabbath's Theater. Here is a rather tasteless joke I found within the text that I wanted to share with at least the male readers of this blog:

Well, this truck driver, whenever he goes away, his wife, she gets cold and lonely. So when he comes back from a trip he brings her a skunk, a big, furry live skunk, and he tells her that next time he goes away she should take it to bed with her and when she goes to sleep she should put it between her legs. So she says to him, 'What about the smell?' And he says, 'He'll get used to it. I did.'

Granted, it's pretty crass, but it's funny anyway.