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Walking home

Walking home

Tonight I was walking home late when I see a woman in the shadows. “Twenty bucks,” she says.

I’ve never been with a prostitute before, but decided what the hell.

We are going at it for a minute when all of a sudden a light flashes on us – it’s a policeman.

“What’s going on here, people?” asks the officer.

“I’m making love to my wife,” I answer indignantly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” says the cop, “I didn’t know.”

“Well,” I said, “to tell the truth neither did I until you flashed that light on her face.”

As Deadly As The Real Thing

As Deadly As The Real Thing

At The Heart Of Things

At The Heart Of Things