At a very fancy ball, a man has been talking to a woman for a while, and they’re getting along well. Eventually he asks her, “Would you sleep with me for $1 million?”
She bats her eyes at him: “Oh, you romantic man!” She then suggests that they rendezvous in a quiet hotel near the ballroom.
Rather than agreeing, he pulls her up short with another question: “Would you sleep with me for $100?”
She draws herself up, completely affronted. “What do you take me for?! A whore?!”
His response: “We’ve already established what you are. Now we’re just negotiating your price.”
As is often the case, my bad old jokes have a point. We all know ScuzzyFuzzy was a RINO. We all know she’s a vengeful bee-ach. But now Bruce Keslar raises the interesting possibility that she’s also something more: a woman who will sell herself to the highest bidder.
(And a hat tip to Rob Miller, who blogs at JoshuaPundit, for introducing the nickname ScuzzyFuzzy to my vocabulary.)
Cross-posted at Right Wing News