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Union Man
Well, old Bob works in the steel mill for the union for 30 years or so. Up and down the ladder. He's been on all the strikes, supported his brothers in other unions, and now is a union rep for the local. This year on his vacation, he decides to go to Las Vegas.
Old Bob blows into town and hits the strip. His luck is holding good, and he ends up the first night a couple grand richer from the poker tables. After buying a round of drinks for some of his new friends, he decides to celebrate by finding a good woman for the night, these things bein' legal and all out in Vegas. So the doorman points him to the cathouses, and off Bob goes.
He walks into the first house and finds the madam.
"Is this a union cathouse?" Bob asked the woman. "I'm a big union man back home, and I only support union workers."
I"m sorry sir," the madam replied. "This is a non-union house." With that, Bob took his leave. House after house, it's the same thing. All non-union. He begins to get frustrated, but decides to give it one last try.
The house he walks into is beautiful. Expensive furnishings throughout the house. Carpeting he feels as if he's sinking into. The women are the most beautiful creatures he's seen in his life. They all look as if they just stepped out of a magazine. Quickly, he finds the madam of the house.
"Ma'am, is this a union house?" Bob asked. "I'm a union rep back in Illinois, and I only support union workers."
"You're in luck then sir," the madam replied. "This is a union house. All our girls are members of Sex Workers of American Local 69."
"That's great!" Bob said, eyeing a beautiful Asian girl. "I'll take her for the night."
"Oh, I'm sorry sir, Jasmin isn't available for you," the madam said motioning. A 500 pound, 60 year old woman stood from her chair wearing nothing but a thong and garter belt. Rolls of fat spilled over what little she wore. She smiled at him with a bald mouth. "You'll have to take Gertrude here. She has sonority."null
Well, old Bob works in the steel mill for the union for 30 years or so. Up and down the ladder. He's been on all the strikes, supported his brothers in other unions, and now is a union rep for the local. This year on his vacation, he decides to go to Las Vegas.
Old Bob blows into town and hits the strip. His luck is holding good, and he ends up the first night a couple grand richer from the poker tables. After buying a round of drinks for some of his new friends, he decides to celebrate by finding a good woman for the night, these things bein' legal and all out in Vegas. So the doorman points him to the cathouses, and off Bob goes.
He walks into the first house and finds the madam.
"Is this a union cathouse?" Bob asked the woman. "I'm a big union man back home, and I only support union workers."
I"m sorry sir," the madam replied. "This is a non-union house." With that, Bob took his leave. House after house, it's the same thing. All non-union. He begins to get frustrated, but decides to give it one last try.
The house he walks into is beautiful. Expensive furnishings throughout the house. Carpeting he feels as if he's sinking into. The women are the most beautiful creatures he's seen in his life. They all look as if they just stepped out of a magazine. Quickly, he finds the madam of the house.
"Ma'am, is this a union house?" Bob asked. "I'm a union rep back in Illinois, and I only support union workers."
"You're in luck then sir," the madam replied. "This is a union house. All our girls are members of Sex Workers of American Local 69."
"That's great!" Bob said, eyeing a beautiful Asian girl. "I'll take her for the night."
"Oh, I'm sorry sir, Jasmin isn't available for you," the madam said motioning. A 500 pound, 60 year old woman stood from her chair wearing nothing but a thong and garter belt. Rolls of fat spilled over what little she wore. She smiled at him with a bald mouth. "You'll have to take Gertrude here. She has sonority."null
