Robert's Surprise

Hat tip to the Slog, since we cancelled our P-I subscription last week--Robert Jamieson wrote a column about how some ads on Craig's List are...hold on to your hat...from PROSTITUTES!!! Yes, apparently people have learned how to use the Internet to sell sex. Does Robert Jamieson live with his parents or something?

Anyway, it reminded us of this classic Monty Python sketch:

A shabby man is running an evil eye down the adverts, puzzling, looking for something. He walks up to the counter. He has a reflex wink.

Customer: Good morning.

Shopkeeper: Good morning, sir. Can I help you?

Customer: Help me? Yeah, I'll say you can help me.

Shopkeeper: Yes, sir?

Customer: I come about your advert - 'Small white pussy cat for sale. Excellent condition'.

Shopkeeper: Ah. You wish to buy it?

Customer: That's right. Just for the hour. Only I ain’t gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it ain’t worth it.

Shopkeeper: Well it's come from a very good home - it's house trained.

Customer: (long think, goes to door, looks at ads again) Chest of drawers? Chest. Drawers. I'd like some chest of drawers please.

Shopkeeper: Yes, sir.

Customer: Does it go?

Shopkeeper: Er, it's over there in the corner. (indicates a wooden chest of drawers)

Customer: Oh. (goes to door, runs his finger down the list of adverts) Pram for sale. Any offers. I'd like a bit of pram please.

Shopkeeper: Ah yes, sir. That's in good condition.

Customer: Oh good, I like them in good condition, eh? Eh?

Shopkeeper: Yes, here it is you see. (picks up pram)

Customer: (looks, pauses, goes back to the door, runs finger again) Babysitter. No, it's a babysitter. Babysitter?

Shopkeeper: Babysitter.

Customer: Babysitter - I don't want a babysitter. Be a blood donor - that's it. I'd like to give some blood please, argh!

(shopkeeper shakes head)
Oh spit. Which one is it?

(shopkeeper slips him a card from out of his pocket)
Blond prostitute will indulge in any sexual activity for four quid a week. What does that mean?