On a porcupine the prick is on the outside.
I once sold Porsche's and only about 5% of the owners were pricks...
The other 95% were worse.
He asks if she is all right and she explains what a bad day she had and how she's afraid she won't be able to pay her rent because she can't find a job.
Taking pity on her, he explains that he needs his back porch painted and he'll pay her $100 if she gets it done before he returns. She agrees and he tells her that all the paint and brushes are in the back garage which is unlocked. He then jumps in his F-100 and leaves.
When he returns he finds her waiting for him by the front door, paint splattered everywhere.
"Did you finish?" he asks.
"Sure did Mister," she replies as he pulls out his wallet. "And by the way," she continues, "It's called a Porche, not a Porch."