99 YEAR OLD OIL TYCOON
Whaddya want to do this weekend, darlin’?
BUXOM TRANSEXUAL
(Sitting on his lap in his wheelchair) Oh…I don’t know J.T. Maybe we could go to space.
99 YEAR OLD OIL TYCOON
Where, honey pie? Whaddya say?
BUXOM TRANSEXUAL
Space.
99 YEAR OLD OIL TYCOON
Huh?
BUXOM TRANSEXUAL
(Louder) Space.
99 YEAR OLD OIL TYCOON
Spain? How about somewhere else, sugar plum? I don’t like Mexicans.
BUXOM TRANSEXUAL
(Leaning in, exposing my brand new, double D breasts and seductively whisper into his hearing aid) No schmookums, I want to go to space! (Pointing to the ceiling)
99 YEAR OLD OIL TYCOON
Ohhh…you want to go on a rocketship. Done. Anything for my princess. (Takes a hit of oxygen from his repirator) Alfred, get Houston on the phone. Me and the little lady here are going to the Moon.
In hindsight, I basically turned in my penis and dignity for $20 million dollars.
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