Nice body, questionable face. Maybe his wife is a cow and he just wanted to get up on a skinny chick. Probably seemed like a good idea at the time.
damn... that chick looked haggard... with a nice case of meth face... mmmmmm... what a combo...
So PCL is looking for a way to spend his $200, since it isn't enough for dinner, so he decides to drive up to Pahrump (legal brothels) while on a LAS overnight. He stops at the first whorehouse he sees, goes in and asks:"Hey, is this place a good union shop?"The madam looks him up and down and flips him off. Disgusted, he leaves and proceeds to the next one. Same thing. This goes on and on, and finally he walks into the last house in town. By this time, PCL is a little dejected, but he asks anyway:
"I don't suppose that this place is a good union shop by any chance?"The madam replies:
"As a matter of fact it is. The girls are organized and we have a fair contract. We renegotiate it every other year. They pay a small percentage to the house, and they get to keep anything else they make."Finally! PCL is at the whorehouse of his dreams!
"Awesome! I have this $200 that Gary gave me, and it's burning hole in my pocket. Who do you have available tonight?"The madam tells PCL that she has Desiree and Mabel. Desiree is about 22, a buxom blonde, and apparently works part time as a gymnast for a Cirque du Soleil show on the strip. Mabel is in her late fifties, missing a tooth or two, somewhat dumpy, and looks like she may have had a slight meth problem earlier in her life. PCL hands over his two Benjamins and says:
"I'd like to have Desiree, please"The madam pockets the money, shoos Desiree away and leads PCL and Mabel to the back, saying:
"I'd bet you would. But this here is a good union shop, and Mabel here has seniority!"-- Just looking out for you, PCL!