It's 3AM in the whorehouse. The Madam is falling asleep on the couch. She hears the doorbell ring, and goes to answer it.
There stands a man on crutches, in casts. His arms are in casts. His legs are in casts. And he is in a full-body cast from the scalp down.
"I want a woman."
The Madam rolls her eyes. "Look, mister, it's late, I gotta get some sleep . . ."
"I want a woman."
"Be reasonable. What could you do with a woman in your condition?"
"I rang the bell, didn't I?"
There stands a man on crutches, in casts. His arms are in casts. His legs are in casts. And he is in a full-body cast from the scalp down.
"I want a woman."
The Madam rolls her eyes. "Look, mister, it's late, I gotta get some sleep . . ."
"I want a woman."
"Be reasonable. What could you do with a woman in your condition?"
"I rang the bell, didn't I?"
