The sales girl at the Pink Pussycat boutique

The sales girl at the Pink Pussycat boutique didn’t bat an eye when the customer purchased an artificial vagina. “What are you going to use it for?” she asked. “None of your business,” answered the customer, beet red and throughly offended. “Calm down, buddy,” soothed the salesgirl. ” The only reason I’m asking is that if it’s food, we don’t have to charge you sales tax.”


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