A drunk S comes into room number 110 at Silver Sands in Goa and says- "Can I have a safety pin for the gap in the sofa."
R- "Why do you need a safety pin for the gap in the sofa?"
S- "Because Mrs. Perreira (an imaginary lady conjured up by R as living in the house visible from our room. She was supposed to be a widow in an illegitimate replationship with her landlord.) can see my butt through the gap in the window."
R- "But how is the gap in the window related to the gap in the sofa?"
S- "Because Mrs. Perreira can see my butt through the gap in the window."
R- "But S****, how is the gap in the window related to the gap in the sofa?"
S- "Because Mrs. Perreira can see my butt."
R(gets up and shouts)- "BUT HOW THE HELL IS THE GAP IN THE WINDOW RELATED TO THE GAP IN THE SOFA?!?!"
A 2 minute pregnant pause....
S- "Oh! Are you talking about the the gap in the sofa?"
