He: “Hey…do you hear whistling?”
Me: “Yes. It’s been going on for a while. I can’t tell where it’s coming from.”
He (looking around): “Oh, it’s those guys up there.”
Me: “Where? Oh…the Cook County Jailhouse. Figures.”
He: “Yeah, they’re whistling at you.”
Me: “I wouldn’t be so sure. You may be their type.”
He: “What?! No way, they’re whistling at you.”
Me: “Convicts? They’re lookin’ for their next bitch. It’s you, baby.”
He (shudders): “Noooooooooo!”
