Toll Booth Job
Pulling up to the toll both Jack handed the collector a $100.00 bill.
Looking incredulously at the bill, the collector, in a snappy tone, exclaimed:
- I can't break this! I need exact change.
- Come on buddy. - Jack pleaded
- Can't you give me a break, just this once?
- Nope. Sorry. Exact change! - Answered the collector.
While thumbing through the change in his ashtray Jack asked the collector:
- Do you really like this job?
- Well it's not the best job that I've ever had, but it pays the bills - replied the collector.
- what do you do for a living? - he asked.
Still counting change and without looking up Jack said:
- I'm a rectum stretcher.
- A what? - asked the collector.
- A rectum stretcher. - Jack replied, giving the collector a slideways glance.
- What does a rectum stretcher do? - The collector asked.
- Well just as the name implies, I stretch rectums. - Jack explained setting aside a nickle.
- Wow, is there much call for that kind of work? - The collector asked.
- Oh you'd be surprised. It's real popular with the upper crust, the high society people, the jet set. It's the new trend. - Jack said.
Pausing for a moment the collector then asked:
- Well if you don't mind me asking, I mean if it's not too personal, how big do you, well you know...?
- ...How big do I stretch them? - Jack interupted.
- Most of them, not too big - He continued
- but I have stretched some up to six feet.
- SIX FEET! - The collector exclaimed eyes wide, and jaw slack.
- Six Feet. What is someone going to do with a six foot asshole?
Jack, having counted out the exact change, handed the change to the collector. Looking him in the eye, Jack answered:
- Oh, put it on a toll bridge collecting tolls.