Advertising the Goods

A well-stacked young advertising secretary wore tight knit dresses that showed off her figure, especially when she walked. Her young, aggressive boss motioned her into his office one afternoon and closed the door. Pointing to her tightly covered derriere, he asked, “Is that for sale?”

“Of course not!” she snapped angrily, blushing furiously.

Unchagrined, he replied quietly, “Then, I suggest you quit advertising it.”