Now that Thunder Rodent Thighs has officially entered the race, in the spirit of Earth Day Lenin’s Birthday and recycling, here’s a recycled Clintoon joke from way back when sent to me by my friend Pres.
BJ started jogging near his home in Chappaqua. Yeah, I know. I doubt if the Hick freom Hope jogs anymore but it’s a joke so bear with me here. On
each run, he happens to jog by a hooker standing on the same street corner day after day. With some apprehension he would brace himself for what was ceretainly to follow.
“Fifty Dollars!”, she would cry out from the curb.
“No! Five dollars!”, fired back BJ. We all know what a cheapskate BJ is with his own money. Other people’s money? That’s different. He would gladly nail this whore if someone else would pay for it.
This went on for days. He would jog by and she would yell, “Fifty Dollars!”
He would yell back, “Five dollars!”
One day however, Thunder Rodent Thighs decided she wanted to join him. Once again, this is a joke. I would say visualize Cankles in jogging shorts but I don’t want you to hurl all over your keyboard.
As the jogging Cintoons approached the street corner where the whore hung out, BJ realized that the “pro” would yell out, “Fifty dollars!” and TRT would wonder what he would really be doing on these runs every day. He figgered he should have come up with an explanation to give to the PIAP accompanying him. The closer he got, the more apprehensive he became. Sure enough, there was the hooker. He tried to avoid her eyes as the two went lumbering past with the grace of a couple of elephants.
Then, from the sidewalk, the prostitute yealled, “See what you get for Five bucks?”