My wife was concerned that we weren't managing the household well in tough financial times. So she asked me to take some action and plan for the future.
No problem I told her. I ran out and came home with 2 cases of beer instead of one.
A trucker who was on the road for two weeks stops at a whore house in Atlanta. He plops down $500 bucks and tells the madame: "I want your ugliest girl and a grilled cheese sandwich."
The madamce is astonished and says: "For that kind of money you can have any of my finest ladies and a 5-course dinner."
The trucker replies: "Listen darlin'... I'm not horny - I'm homesick!"