“Will you sleep with me for a million dollars?” the fat, balding pundit asks the pneumatic young woman. “Sure” she says, allowing greed to conquer revulsion. “Will you sleep with me for a dollar?” he asks, realigning his lust with his budget. “What do you think I am?” she says, without realizing she has already told him what she is and is now merely haggling.
Will You Sleep With Me for A Million Dollars?
Will You Sleep With Me for A Million Dollars?
Will You Sleep With Me for A Million Dollars?
“Will you sleep with me for a million dollars?” the fat, balding pundit asks the pneumatic young woman. “Sure” she says, allowing greed to conquer revulsion. “Will you sleep with me for a dollar?” he asks, realigning his lust with his budget. “What do you think I am?” she says, without realizing she has already told him what she is and is now merely haggling.