A parliament of whores
A guy in a three-piece suit walks up to an attractive woman in an upscale downtown bar and says:
“I am extremely wealthy. I will give you $1 million if you fly away with me to Paris for a weekend of hot, passionate sex and shopping.”
The woman is taken aback. But she takes a moment to look the man up and down and decides he’s not too unattractive, and is obviously pretty well off. ‘What the hell,’ she thinks. I’ve done worse for a lot less.
She says: “Sure, handsome. When do we leave?”
“Not so fast,” he replied. “Maybe I ought to just give you $20 for a hummer out in the parking lot.”
“Of all the nerve!” she sputtered indignantly. “What kind of a girl do you think I am?”
“We’ve already established that,” he said, sipping his drink. “Now, we’re just dickering over price.”
Yeah, It’s an old joke. And I have NO IDEA what made me think of it.
Well, on an COMPLETELY unrelated note, the corporation that owns the Holiday Inn City Centre want a deal from the city that pretty much mirrors what the city gave the developers of the Hotel Pere Marquette. They want the $8 million in financing that they can’t get via loans from banks.
I’m sure it’s just a matter of dickering over price.







