Old Perceval decided to treat himself for his 100th birthday. He flew first-class to San Francisco and checked into the Fairmont Hotel. The mischievous hotel concierge got an idea and, as a practical joke, sent a call girl up to his room.
She knocked, and the old fellow walked slowly over and opened the door. He saw a beautiful red-headed woman standing before him.
“I have a birthday present for you,” she said, and smiled. ”I’m here to give you super sex.”
“Thanks,” he said thoughtfully, “I’ll take the soup.”
I can't seem to balance my Net income with my Gross habits~Eroll Flynn