| There’s a generation of ladies of the night sat round a dinning table, when a mother says to her daughter “Anyway love, how much do you charge for a blow job these days?" The daughter replies “Oh about $30”. To which the mother responds, “Hey that’s not bad, when I was a working girl in the early seventies, I only earned $15 for a blow job”. Then the girls Grandma says, “In the fifties I only got $5 pound for a blow- job”. To which the girl smiles politely. Then her great grandma pipes up, “In the thirties when times where hard and poverty stricken, and nobody had any money, we did it for nothing we where just grateful for the warm drink”. |
| A woman recently lost her husband. She had him cremated and brought his ashes home. Picking up the urn that he was in, she poured him out on the counter... Then, while tracing her fingers in the ashes, she started talking to him. "Irving, you know that fur coat you promised me? I bought it with the insurance money! "Irving, remember that new car you promised me? Well, I also bought it with the insurance money! "Irving, that emerald necklace you promised me? I bought it, too, with the insurance money." Still tracing her finger in the ashes, she said, "Irving, remember that blow job I promised you? Here it comes... |