Harry Reid Calls for an End to Legal Prostitution in Nevada
Maybe if they joined a union? And gave Harry a dress?
A dedicated shop steward was at a convention in Las Vegas and decided to check out the local brothels. When he got to the first one, he asked the Madame, “Is this a union house?”
“No, I’m sorry, it isn’t,” said the Madame.
“Well, if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?” he asked.
“The house gets $80 and the girl gets $20.”
Mightily offended at such unfair dealings, the man stomped off down the street in search of a more equitable shop. At the second one, he asked the Madame, “Is this a union house?”
“No, I’m sorry, it isn’t,” said the Madame.
“If I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?” he asked again.
“The house gets $80 and the girl gets $20.”
Again offended, the man stomped off down the street in search of a more equitable shop. His search continued until he finally reached a brothel where the Madame said, “Why yes, this is a union house.”
“And if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?” he questioned.
“The girls get $80 and the house gets $20.”
“That’s more like it!” the man said. He looked around the room and pointed to a stunningly attractive redhead. “I’d like her for the night.”
“I’m sure you would, sir,” said the Madame while gesturing to a grotesque transvestite in her seventies in the corner, “But Harriette here has seniority.”
