Expensive Date

A while back, when I was younger, I picked up a date at her parents’ home.

I’d scraped together some money to take her to a fancy restaurant.

She ordered the most expensive items on the menu:

Shrimp cocktail, Lobster, Champagne.

I asked her, “Does your mother feed you like that when you eat at home?”

“No,” she replied. “But my mother’s not expecting a blow job tonight.”

I said, “Enjoy.”