|Banta went into a bar ordered a double whiskey. He was there, sipping his drink when Santa came up and said, "Is that you Banta?"|
Banta said, "My name is Banta, but I don’t think I know you."
Santa said, "Sure you do, its me, Santa. We used to work at the same office together before it closed down."
Santa said, "Now I remember you, but what happened to you? You are all in scruffy clothes. We got good money when we were laid off. What happened?"
Santa said, "I blew it all on cars, women and drink. I'm totally broke now, but look at you, Banta. All the best clothes and I've seen your swell car outside. How did you do it?"
Banta said, "Well I wanted to make my money work for me. So I thought if you have some money, Mumbai is the best place to do that. I bought a three-story house. On the first floor there was ordinary sex - just men and women. On the second floor homo sex - you know, men screwing men, and on the third floor paedophile sex for those who like children. I must say I made a fortune. Mind you it was hard work - just me, the wife, and the kids."