by Looking incredulously at the bill, the cashier, in a snappy tone, exclaimed "I
can't break this! I need exact change."
"Come on buddy." George pleaded, "Can't you give me a break, just this once?"
"Nope. Sorry. Exact change!" Answered the cashier.
"While thumbing through the change in his pocket George asked the cashier, "Do
you really like this job?"
"Well it's not the best job that I've ever had, but it pays the bills," replied
the cashier. "what do you do for a living?" he asked.
Still counting change and without looking up George said, "I'm a rectum
stretcher."
"A what?" asked the cashier.
"A rectum stretcher." George replied, giving the cashier a slideways glance.
"What does a rectum stretcher do?" The cashier asked.
"Well just as the name implies, I stretch rectums." George explained setting
aside a nickle.
"Wow, is there much call for that kind of work?" The cashier asked.
"Oh you'd be surprised. It's real popular with the upper crust, the high
society people, the jet set. It's the new trend." George said.
Pausing for a moment the cashier then asked, "Well if you don't mind me asking,
I mean if it's not too personal, how big do you, well you know...?"
"...How big do I stretch them?" George interupted. "Most of them, not too big,"
He continued, "but I have stretched some up to six feet."
"SIX FEET!" The cashier exclaimed eyes wide, and jaw slack. "Six Feet. What is
someone going to do with a six foot ***?"
George, having counted out the exact change, handed the change to the cashier.
Looking him in the eye, George answered, "Give it a computer, let it post to
the rec.radio.cb calling itself the A.K.C."