If I may take this topic back to humor vs. puns vs. wordplay. . .
The fifth grade substitute teacher ran out of lessons one fine afternoon -- so decided that she'd have the kids tell what they wanted to be when they grow up.
First was young Kevin. He said: "Well, first I want to be a Marine pilot, and then retire from the Corps and become a billionaire. Then I'll get me a fine lady as my personal hooker, giving her stuff like an infinite Visa card, her own apartment in Monaco, a million dollar Ferrari, and clothes from only the top designers. Once she's mine I'll bang her like a screen door during a hurricane. But she's mine."
The teacher was aghast and didn't know how to comment on such an outpouring without making it worse, so she simply moved on to the next student.
Sarah, what would you like to be when you grow up?
Sarah said "I want to be Kevin's hooker."