For Fifteen Bucks, You Can Only Look At It

Jack Meets A Call Girl On The Street.

Jack: “Come On, Babe, Let’s Go In The Alleyway And Get It On. I’ve Got Fifteen Bucks.”

Call Girl: “Fifteen Bucks? You’re Crazy. For Fifteen Bucks, I’ll Let You Look At It.”

They Go Into The Alleyway, She Pulls Down Her Jeans, And Jack Gets Down On His Knees.

But He Can’t See Anything, Because It’s Too Dark, So He Gets Out His Lighter.

He Lights His Lighter And Says.

Jack: “Oh My God, Your Pubic Hair, It’s So Curly And Thick, Really Beautiful.”

She Smile: “Thank You.”

Jack: “You Mind If I Ask You A Personal Question?”

Call Girl: “Sure, Go Ahead.”

Jack: “Can You Pee Through All That Hair?”

Call Girl: “Of Course.”

Jack: “Well, You Better Start. Because You’re On Fire.“