[claytonx]

As the train thundered along,the man turned to the woman in the otherwise deserted compartment and said:'Would you let me kiss you for fifty pence?'
'Certainly not!'retorted the woman.
The man returned to his newspaper.
A few minutes later,the man asked,'Would you let me kiss you for a thousand pounds?'
'Yes,'replied the woman after a brief pause.
A few minutes later the man asked:'Would you let me kiss you for a pound?'
'Certainly not! exclaimed the woman.What kind of woman do you think I am?'
'We've already established that.Now we're just haggling over the price.'


Eggs are going up---- the hens have lost all sense of direction.