A man walked into the local welfare office, marched straight up to the
>counter and said, "Hi, I hate drawing welfare. I would really rather find
>a job,"
>
>The man behind the counter replied, "Your timing is amazing. We just got a
>listing from a very wealthy man who wants a chauffeur/bodyguard for his
>nympho maniac daughter. You'll have to drive around a big black Mercedes,
>and the suits, shirts, and ties are provided. Because of the long hours of
>this job, meals will also be provided and you will also be required to
>escort the young lady on her Las Vegas trips. The salary package
>is $200,000 a year!"
>
>The man said, "You're bs-ing me, man!"
>
>The clerk behind the counter said, "Yeah, well, you started it!"