Pierre the Lumberjack had come to the end of logging season. Now that he had gotten his pay he was ready for a good time at the nearest brothel.

"Listen," he said to the Madam, "I want the roughest, toughest girl you have in your establishment, understand? And I want some beer!"

The Madam said she could accommodate him and told him to wait in a room upstairs. Pierre went to the room, took off his clothes and stretched out on the bed to await the lady.

A few minutes later, in walks the biggest, most frightening looking woman Pierre had ever seen, carrying two bottles of beer. Without saying a word, she puts the beers on the nightstand, strips off all her clothing, gets down on her knees and bends backwards with her legs spread wide.

"No, no," said Pierre, shaking his head, "In the bed, the regular way!"

"Suit yourself," she replied, "I just thought you might want to open those beers first!"

"For me, there's only my wife..."

"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"

"It was a grass harp... And we listened."

"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"

"No. Saints and poets, maybe... they do some."