A guy walks into the local welfare office for his monthly check. He marches
straight up to the counter and says, hi. You know, I just HATE coming in here
drawing welfare month after month. I'd really much rather have a job.

The social worker behind the counter says, your timing is excellent. We just
got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a
chauffeur-bodyguard for his nymphomaniac daughter. You'll have to drive around in his Mercedes,
but he'll supply all of your clothes. Because of the long hours, meals will
be provided. You'll be expected to escort her on her overseas holiday trips.
You'll have a two-bedroom apartment above the garage. The starting salary is
$200,000 a year.

The guy says, you're bullshitting me!

The social worker says, yeah, well, you started it

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