A good-looking guy is sitting in a bar, sipping a whiskey.
He notices a gorgeous woman at the end of the bar, talking with a friend. He calls over a waiter, and sends them both a martini, along with a note asking for the gorgeous woman’s phone number.
Ten minutes later, the friend walks over with a note. It reads:
“Unless you have a Mercedes parked outside, a million bucks in the bank, and eight inches in your p*nts, you’re not getting anything from me.”
The man finishes his whiskey, considering his response. He then writes this down on a piece of paper, hands it to the friend, and walks out:
“Actually, I only have about $300k in the bank; most of my net worth is in the three dozen buildings I own downtown. And today, I’m driving the Porsche; the Benz, Hummer, and Lamborghini are currently at my summer residence.
But If you think I’m cutting off two inches for you, you can f*ck right off.”
