A Very Reasonable Request
A guy walks into an old neighborhood pub one rainy evening, looking tired, hungry, and in desperate need of a decent meal.
The place smelled like fried onions, cheap beer, and bad decisions.
A few regulars sat quietly watching football while three stunning blonde bartenders moved around serving drinks and chatting with customers. The man grabbed a stool and glanced up at the menu hanging over the bar.
CHEESEBURGER — $1.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH — $2.50
H*ND JOB — $10.00
He walks up to the bar and beckons one of the three exceptionally attractive blondes serving drinks.
“Can I help you, handsome?” she asked.
The man leaned in slightly and lowered his voice.
“I was wondering,” whispers the man. “Are you the one who gives the h*nd jobs?”
The blonde gave him a slow smile and brushed her hair back.
“Why yes,” she purred. “That would be me.”
The man nodded thoughtfully.
Then he slid the menu back toward her and said:
“Well, wash your hands. I want a cheeseburger.”
