A young man walked into the local welfare office, marched straight up to the counter and said:
Hi. I hate drawing welfare.
“I would really rather find a job.”
The man behind the counter replied:
Your timing is amazing!
We just got a listing from a very wealthy man who wants a chauffeur/bodyguard for his nymphomaniac daughter.
You’ll have to drive around in a big black Mercedes, and the suits, shirts, and ties are provided.
Because of the long hours on this job, meals will be provided, and you will also be required to escort this young lady on her overseas holiday trips.
“The salary is $200,000 a year.”
The young man said:
“You’re bullshitting me!”
The man behind the counter said:
“Well, you started it.”
--Two Blonde Girls --
Two blonde girls walk into a department store.
They walk up to the perfume counter and pick up a sample bottle.
Sharon sprays it on her wrist and smells it,
“That’s quite nice, don’t you think, Tracy”
“Yeah. What’s it called Sharon?”
“Viens a moi.”
“Viens a moi? What the does that mean?”
At this stage the store clerk offers some help.
“Viens a moi, ladies, is French for ‘come to me.’”
Sharon takes anther sniff and offers her arm to Tracy again saying, “That doesn’t smell like come to me.
Does that smell like come to you?”
