A guy walks into the local welfare office, marches straight up to the
counter and says, "Hi... You know, I just HATE drawing welfare. I'd
really rather have a job."
The social worker behind the counter says,
"Your timing is excellent. We just got a job opening from a very
wealthy old man who wants a chauffeur/bodyguard for his nymphomaniac
daughter. You'll have to drive around in his Mercedes, but he'll supply
all of your clothes. Because of the long hours, meals will be provided.
You'll be expected to escort her on her overseas holiday trips. You
will have to satisfy her sexual urges. You'll have a two-bedroom
apartment above the garage. The starting salary is $200,000 a year."
The guy says, "You're bull****tin' me!"
The social worker says, "Yeah, well, you started it."
Brandon
counter and says, "Hi... You know, I just HATE drawing welfare. I'd
really rather have a job."
The social worker behind the counter says,
"Your timing is excellent. We just got a job opening from a very
wealthy old man who wants a chauffeur/bodyguard for his nymphomaniac
daughter. You'll have to drive around in his Mercedes, but he'll supply
all of your clothes. Because of the long hours, meals will be provided.
You'll be expected to escort her on her overseas holiday trips. You
will have to satisfy her sexual urges. You'll have a two-bedroom
apartment above the garage. The starting salary is $200,000 a year."
The guy says, "You're bull****tin' me!"
The social worker says, "Yeah, well, you started it."
Brandon