A handsome guy Villian is sitting in a night-club, sipping a scotch. He notices a splendid woman at the end of the pub, she was talking with a friend. He calls over a waiter, and sends them both a champagne, along with a note asking for the fantastic woman’s phone number.
Fifteen minutes later, the waiter comes over with a note. He reads:
“Unless you have a Audi Q7 parked outside, a million bucks in the bank, and nine inches in your pants, you’re not getting anything from me.”
Villian finishes his scotch, considering his response. He then writes this down on a piece of paper, hands it to the waiter, and walks out:
“Actually, I only have about half a million in the bank; most of my net worth is in the four dozen buildings I own downtown. And today, I’m driving the Lamborghini; the Mercedes Benz, Hummer, and Porsche are currently at my summer mansion.
But If you think I’m cutting off two inches for you, you can f**k right off.”