Part Time Job?
Mornin', my little Part Time Job,
In looking through the want-ads the other day, I noticed a job
opening at the YWCA.
I told April, "I think I'm gonna go down there and apply for a
job as a Nipple Inspector for Female Joggers."
She glared at me.
"Look," I said, "the pay might be lousy, but the tips will be
great."
After I got looking at the want-ads, I noticed an ad which
read, "Persian Cat -- Free to Good Home."
I called the woman who placed the ad. She started bragging
on the bloodline, virtues, training, etc., etc.
I interrupted her. "Never mind all that, lady. Is he tender?"
