Not A Porch

Cheryl, the blonde, just got fired from the tanning salon.  She was  
getting pretty desperate for money so she decided to go to a nicer, 
richer neighborhood around town and look for odd jobs as a handywoman.

The first house she came to, a man answered the door and told  Cheryl, 
"Yeah, I have a job for ya.  How would you like to paint the porch?"

"Sure that sounds great!" said Cheryl.

"Well, uh, how much do you want me to pay you?" asked the man.

"Is fifty bucks alright?" Cheryl asked. 

"Yeah that's great.  You'll find the paint and ladders you'll need in 
the garage."  The man went back into his house to his wife who had been 
listening.

"Fifty bucks!  Does she know the porch goes all the way around the house?" 
asked the wife.

"Well she must, she was standing right on it!" her husband replied.  
About 15 minutes later, Cheryl knocked on the door.  "I'm all finished," 
she told the surprised homeowner.

The man was amazed.  "You painted the whole porch?"  

"Yeah," Cheryl replied, "I even had some paint left,so I put on two coats!"

The man reached into his wallet to pay Cheryl.

"Oh, by the way," said Cheryl, "that's not a Porch, it's a Ferrari."