Mystic Monk
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An old sailor moved to a port town. First thing, he went to the nearest tavern and got a couple of drinks. Inhibitions loosened, he asked the bartender,
"Where's the red light district around here?"
The bartender informed him,
"A couple of years back, all the prostitutes moved inland, but we have old Harry over there."
The sailor looked in the corner to see a grizzly old drunkard, he looked completely oblivious to his surroundings. There was soup in his beard and flies buzzing around his head.
"I'm not into that sort of thing," said the sailor and he left.
A few weeks later he came back to the tavern and had a few drinks.
"Any prostitutes move into town?"
"Nope, but Harry's still right over there."
"I told you, I'm not into that sort of thing."
The bartender nodded and the sailor left. Two months went by and the sailor was starting to get real "lonely". He thought, hopefully some girls have come to town, if not.... I'll consider Harry. He went to the tavern.
"Any girls move into town?"
"Nope."
"....how much for Harry?"
"Two hundred dollars."
"What?! That's outrageous! For Harry? Why?"
"Well, I get fifty dollars because I'm like the pimp. Harry gets fifty dollars for obvious reasons. And Tom and Roger also get fifty dollars."
"Wait... who's Tom and Roger?"
"They hold Harry down, he's not into that sort of thing either."
"Where's the red light district around here?"
The bartender informed him,
"A couple of years back, all the prostitutes moved inland, but we have old Harry over there."
The sailor looked in the corner to see a grizzly old drunkard, he looked completely oblivious to his surroundings. There was soup in his beard and flies buzzing around his head.
"I'm not into that sort of thing," said the sailor and he left.
A few weeks later he came back to the tavern and had a few drinks.
"Any prostitutes move into town?"
"Nope, but Harry's still right over there."
"I told you, I'm not into that sort of thing."
The bartender nodded and the sailor left. Two months went by and the sailor was starting to get real "lonely". He thought, hopefully some girls have come to town, if not.... I'll consider Harry. He went to the tavern.
"Any girls move into town?"
"Nope."
"....how much for Harry?"
"Two hundred dollars."
"What?! That's outrageous! For Harry? Why?"
"Well, I get fifty dollars because I'm like the pimp. Harry gets fifty dollars for obvious reasons. And Tom and Roger also get fifty dollars."
"Wait... who's Tom and Roger?"
"They hold Harry down, he's not into that sort of thing either."
