My apologies to my attorneys among the brothethood...
The Brothel
The madam opened the brothel door in Winnipeg and saw a rather dignified, well-dressed, good-looking man in his late forties or early fifties.
'May I help you sir?' she asked.
'I want to see Tracey,' the man replied.
'Sir, Tracey is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else', said the madam.
'No, I must see Tracey,' he replied.
Just then, Tracey appeared and announced to the man she charged $5000 a visit. Without hesitation, the man pulled out five thousand dollars and gave it to Tracey , and they went upstairs. After an hour, the man calmly left.
The next night, the man appeared again, once more demanding to see Tracey. Tracey explained that no one had ever come back two nights in a row as she was too expensive. But there were no discounts. The price was still $5000.
Again, the man pulled out the money, gave it to Tracey, and they went upstairs. After an hour, he left.
The following night the man was there yet again. Everyone was astounded that he had come for a third consecutive night, but he paid Tracey and they went upstairs.
After their session, Tracey said to the man, 'No one has ever been with me three nights in a row. Where are you from?'.
The man replied, ' Ontario '.
'Really', she said. 'I have family in Ontario .'
'I know.' the man said. 'Your sister died, and I am her attorney. She instructed me to give you your $15,000 inheritance.'
The
moral of the story is that three things in life are certain.
1. Death
2. Taxes
3. Being screwed by a lawyer
