It’s A Tank-less Job

(My boyfriend and I are texting about me coming over for a little loving.)

Boyfriend: “I’ll see you soon.”

Me: “Oh, s***! I just realized I have no gas and no money until tomorrow.”

Boyfriend: “I’ve had a couple drinks, I shouldn’t drive. If I gave you some gas money, would you feel like a hooker?”

Me: “No. I think I could make more than ‘gas money’ if I chose to be a hooker!”