She looked at the ammo in the back of my car and said in a very sexy voice, “I believe in barter, big boy. Would you be interested in trading sex for ammo?
I thought it over for a few seconds and responded, “Well, just what kind of ammo have you got to trade?”
That reminds me of what happened to me when I was a young man and single in college.
Was in this bar when this beautiful lady came up to me and asked if I’d buy her a drink. I said, “Well, I’m no
John D. Rockefeller, but I can buy you a drink.”
A little later she whispers “How about a dance?” I smiled and said, “Well, I’m no Fred Astaire, but I’ll dance with you.”
Later, she suggested that they go up to her room. “I’m no Cary Grant,” I replied, “but I’ll follow you up there.”
After a few drinks she says, “How about we make some fast love together?” I said, “Well, I’m no James Bond, but sure I’ll make some fast love with you.”
Afterward, she says, “How about fifty bucks?”
Getting dressed I said, “Well, I’m no gigolo, but I’ll take it.”