I met a guy one night in a bar at Panama City Beach and after 4 or 5 margaritas and some beer the guy pestered me into buying a membership into a prostitute club. The next day, after semi-sobering up, I was telling a friend of mine about the club. He didn't believe me so I pulled out my prostitute club membership card.
He said,"Cubby, you idiot, this card doesn't say prostitute club, it say's parachute club!" I said,"Dang, and I bought 50 jumps."