“Maybe as an ugly hooker.”
The Perverted One would go for a jog most evenings, and often a particular hooker along his route would catch his eye. [I dunno, she wore a beret or something.]
So anyways, each time the hooker saw Bill, she’d call out, “Fifty dollars!”
Bill would laugh and call back, “Five dollars!” at which the hooker would laugh and wave him on.
Then came the evening Hillary got off the night shift early [chuckle] and decided she should jog with Bill because that’s the kind of togetherness they treasured in their marriage.
[Heh, had you goin’ until you read that, huh?]
Well, Hillary DID want to see what Ole Bill had been up to, so she accompanied him on his jog. And as they neared the old, familiar hooker corner, Bill’s dread increased.
Sure enough, there waited the hooker.
And just as he thought the ole puppydog eyes had ensured safe passage for the night, the hooker’s voice rang out: “See, that’s what five dollars will get ya!”
LOL!