Churchill: Madam, would you sleep with me for five million pounds?
Socialite: My goodness, Mr. Churchill… Well, I suppose… we would have to discuss terms, of course…
Churchill: Would you sleep with me for five pounds?
Socialite: Mr. Churchill, what kind of woman do you think I am?!
Churchill: Madam, we’ve already established that. Now we are haggling about the price.
(Attributed to Winston Churchill, George Bernard Shaw, Mark Twain, and others.)

Sister Sarah has climbed into bed with the East Coast elites she claims to hate so she can make a shitload of money. She's hauling in a cool million dollars a month. She seems to be having a ball doing it which means the term "daughter of joy" certainly applies. She'll take a couple hundred G's from a government university, smile that winsome smile of hers, and condemn the government spending she enjoys while making money for the educated elites she pillories. It's a great gig if you can get it.
Art is by Toulouse Lautrec of one of the great dancers of the Moulin Rouge.
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