A woman decides that she's had it with trying to find a
decent man in a bar. So she takes out an ad in the paper
that says she is seeking a mate who is loyal, rich and
a good lover. After a few days, her doorbell rings.
She opens the door and sees a man in a wheelchair with
no arms and no legs. He says, "I'm here about your
ad."
Momentarily taken aback, she says, "Well, how do I
know you're loyal?"
"Well, I saved my platoon from the VC in 'Nam. That's
where I lost my arms and legs," he replies.
"Well, how do I know you're rich?" she inquires.
"I make over $3 million a year. I have my own software
company. You can look at my bank statement," he continues.
Looking him over in his wheelchair, she demands, "Well,
how do I know you're a good lover?"
He shrugs, "I
rang the doorbell, didn't I?"
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