Attempt 1.

In the muted haze of the street-lights' shadows she'd looked about fifty. But now, close up in the seedy room's forty-watt luminance, he could see that underneath the caked on layers of rouge and mascara she was toothless and probably touching eighty. Anderson hesitated for a moment. "Oh, hell, why waste the thirty quid he'd already handed over?"

Attempt 2.

Adam was walking in the Garden of Eden when from above came a voice:

"Adam, It's God here. Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, God, What do you want to know?"

"Are you lonely, Adam?"

"I am, God."

"Would you like a friend, Adam?"

"What? A drinking buddy? Best mate friend, God?"

"Well, sort of, Adam."

"Okay! Thanks, God."