The Dole Office.
A long haired Maori walked into the W'h'anganui Dole office to pick up his dole cheque.
He marched straight up to the counter and said,
'Hi. You know, I just HATE drawing the dole. I'd really rather have a job.'
The girl behind the counter said, ' Your timing is excellent, Sir.'
'We have just received a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a
chauffeur and bodyguard for his beautiful daughter. You'll have to drive around
in his 2007 Mercedes-Benz CL, and he will supply all of your clothes.
Because of the long hours, meals will be provided. You'll also be expected to
escort the daughter on her overseas holiday trips. This is rather awkward to
say, but you will also have as part of your job assignment, to satisfy her
sexual urges as the daughter is in her mid-20's and has a rather strong sex drive.
A two-bedroom loft type apartment with plasma TV, stereo, bar, etc...
located above the garage will be designated for your sole use and the salary
is $200,000 a year. '
The Maori wide-eyed, said, ' You're bullshitin' me! '
The Dole office worker replied, ' Yeah, well . ... You started it.'