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The Revenoor, a most discerning and astute gentleman from out west, sent
this one about visiting Las Vegas...

A man went to a brothel in Las Vegas and the madam saw a rather dignified,
well-dressed, good-looking man in his late forties or early fifties.

"May I help you sir?" she asked.

'I want to see Valerie," the man replied.

"Sir, are you sure? Valerie is our most expensive lady. She charges $5000 a
visit. That’s her sitting on the couch."

Without hesitation, the man pulled out five thousand dollars and gave it to
Valerie. They went upstairs.

When they were finished the man said, "Thank you," and left.

The man came back the next night. The madam was surprised but called
Valerie. The man gave her $5,000.

Once again, they went upstairs. When they were finished the man said,
"Thank you," and left.

The man came back the following night. The madam explained that there
would be no discount and that the price was still $5,000. Again, the man
pulled out the money and went upstairs with Valerie.

After their session, Valerie said to the man, "No one has ever been with
me three nights in a row. I am too expensive. Where are you from?"

The man replied, "Brooklyn."

"Really?" she said. "I have family in Brooklyn."

"I know." the man said. "Your Aunt died. I was her attorney. She left you
$15,000 in her will."

The moral of the story is that 3 things in life are certain.
1. Death.
2. Taxes.
3. Being screwed overby a lawyer.
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John Adams was not that great a president, he was a lawyer.