A koala bear and a prostitute finished an evening’s escapade at which point the bear said thanks and headed for the door.
The hooker, a bit taken back by the action asked, “Um, excuse me but aren’t you forgetting something?”
When the bear shrugged she pressed on, “Hello, I’m a prostitute. You must not know what that means.” She tossed him a dictionary and ordered him to look it up so he’d know the score.
The bear did as instructed and read the definition aloud, “Prostitute: someone who engages in sexual favors for money. Yes, I knew that. But I’m afraid my dear that you don’t know much about koala bears. Here, look it up.”
The prostitute caught the dictionary, skimmed through the pages, and frowned slightly as she read the following entry: “Koala bear: a small, furry animal that eats bushes, shoots and leaves.”
She raised her head to the sound of the closing door and grumbled something about Mr. Webster being an asshole.
Author’s Note: I heard this joke about 15 years ago, though I’m not sure which one told me.