| Santa, who had been away on an official trip in a small town, got a message from his company that his trip has been prolonged for an extra month. He was already getting bored with the town. It seemed as if they rolled up the streets and turned out the lights by ten o'clock and over the course of the extra month he was getting very homesick. Finally, he gave in to temptation and visited the local brothel on the outskirts of town. He entered and handed the madam thousand rupees and requested, "Can you give me the worst performing, most lethargic, disinterested whore in the house." The madam says, "Well yes, but for this kind of money, you can you can have the best we have if you like." "No, no," says Santa, "you don't understand, actually I'm not horny, I'm married and just homesick." |