One bright sunny day, a greybeard biker walks into one of the nicer brothels just outside of Las Vegas. He politely asks for the Madam, and then hands her an envelope stuffed with cash. He says to the Madam, "I would like to have some time with your oldest working girl here, hopefully one who's in a bad mood, ma'am. And in addition to that, I would like a warm beer and a cold supper, say fried Spam and macaroni and cheese. Can y'all do that for me here?"
The Madam checks the envelope again and says, "Sir, we pride ourselves on being able to accommodate all tastes and desire here. But I must tell you that with for this amount of money, you might easily have two of our very finest young ladies, and we would also provide a sumptuous dinner from any of a number of the most highly rated restaurants in the Las Vegas area. We can provide thick steak or live lobster, served with the very best wines available, whatever you might enjoy the most, sir."
The old biker answers, "No thank you ma'am. I ain't horny or hungry, I'm just homesick."
