After another two weeks, he just can’t take it anymore, and decides to visit the town brothel.

He goes up to the madam and says, “Here is a hundred dollars. Give me the worst bow job in the house.”

“But, sir,” says the madam, “for a hundred dollars, you don’t have to settle for the worst blow job. As a matter of fact, you could get the best.”

“No, no,” says the man, “you don’t understand. I’m not horny, I’m homesick.”