A Texan walked into a whorehouse in Anchorage and asked, "Do
you have a girl here from Texas named Arlene?" "Sure do," said
the madam. "Go on up to Room 6."
The Texan went up to Room 6 and knocked on the door. When the
woman answered it, he asked "Are you Arlene from Texas?"
"I sure am," she replied.
"Well, I got two hundred dollars," he proudly said.
The hooker grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him into the
room. After they had thrashed around on the mattress for a half
an hour, the Texan got up to leave. "Will you be here
tomorrow?" he asked. "Sure," Arlene said, "I'll be here."
The next night, the Texan came back and went up to Room 6.
Another two hundred dollars, another hour of horizontal
aerobics. When they were done, the Texan was sitting on the
side of the bed and he asked, "Will you be here tomorrow
night?"
"Honey," she said, "I'll be here every night for you."
The next night, the Texan came back again. Same thing: two
hundred dollars, the best sex of his life. When they were done,
they were both sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Say," Arlene said, "what part of Texas you from?"
"I'm from Dallas," the Texan says, with a big grin.
"Well, I got a sister in Dallas!" the hooker cries.
"I know it," the Texan says, "and she gave me six hundred
dollars to give to you!"
