Jul 23 2008
Posted by Grandson under Humor
HA HA HA HA HA HA……..
The madam opened the brothel door and saw a rather dignified well-dressed, good-looking man in his late 40s or early 50’s.
‘May I help you?’ she asked.
I want to see Valerie,’ the man replied.
‘Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else,’ said the madam.
‘No. I must see Valerie,’ he replied.
Just then, Valerie appeared and announced to the man that she charged $5,000 a visit. Without hesitation, the man pulled out five thousand dollars and gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs. After an hour, the man calmly left.
The next night, the same man appeared again, once more demanding to see Valerie. Valerie explained that no one had ever come back two nights in a row — too expensive — and there were no discounts. The price was still $5,000.
Again the man pulled out the money, gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs. After an hour, he left.
The following night the man was there yet again. Everyone was astounded that he had come for a third consecutive night, but he paid Valerie and they went upstairs.
After their session, Valerie questioned the man. ‘No one has ever been with me three nights in a row. Where are you from?’ she asked.
The man replied ‘Boston‘.
‘Really’ she said. ‘I have family in Boston.’
‘I know,’ the man said. ‘Your father died, and I am your sister’s attorney. She asked me to give you your $15,000 inheritance.’
The moral of the story is that three things in life are certain:
‘May I help you?’ she asked.
I want to see Valerie,’ the man replied.
‘Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else,’ said the madam.
‘No. I must see Valerie,’ he replied.
Just then, Valerie appeared and announced to the man that she charged $5,000 a visit. Without hesitation, the man pulled out five thousand dollars and gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs. After an hour, the man calmly left.
The next night, the same man appeared again, once more demanding to see Valerie. Valerie explained that no one had ever come back two nights in a row — too expensive — and there were no discounts. The price was still $5,000.
Again the man pulled out the money, gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs. After an hour, he left.
The following night the man was there yet again. Everyone was astounded that he had come for a third consecutive night, but he paid Valerie and they went upstairs.
After their session, Valerie questioned the man. ‘No one has ever been with me three nights in a row. Where are you from?’ she asked.
The man replied ‘Boston‘.
‘Really’ she said. ‘I have family in Boston.’
‘I know,’ the man said. ‘Your father died, and I am your sister’s attorney. She asked me to give you your $15,000 inheritance.’
The moral of the story is that three things in life are certain:
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1. Death
2 Taxes ……. and
3. Being screwed by a lawyer