Ever slept with an elected government official? Know someone who has? Sure, you could go the Jessica Cutler route, but then odds are you'll be bankrupt in the next couple of years.

So, what then? Well, how's about answering Hustler magazine's open call to arms instead! To collect your $1 million reward, all you need to do is prove you banged a congressman, senator or supreme court justice, and—if your tip checks out—you're in the money.

Hustler magazine publisher Larry Flynt told the Examiner "that the newspaper ad he took out last week offering a million-dollar bounty for evidence of illicit sexual activity with lawmakers has yielded about 200 tips so far. He said he'll let them continue to trickle in over the next two weeks or so before his team begins to follow up on them."

But, you might wonder, 'is Hustler's pay-per-play operation against the law?'

Because while you may have no moral or ethical objections to sleeping with a married U.S. legislator, you saw The People Vs. Larry Flynt and thought to yourself, 'Hey, that guy's kinda sketchy. Also, he kinda looks like Woody Harrelson.' Plus you're slightly uncomfortable about the prospect of profiting from your promiscuity by selling your adulterous bedtime stories to anyone who goes by the nickname 'The King Of Smut.'

Unless, of course, it's legal—in which case you're totally down.

Well, as it turns out, you're in luck!

"My reaction to the ad: Yuck! It made me cringe," writes Deborah Howell of the Washington Post. "But The Post has a First Amendment right to publish the ad, and what Flynt is doing is not illegal."

In other words, Flynt is a dirty, unscrupulous bastard, whose very presence serves reminds us how low the standards of moral indecency have fallen. But he's not a criminal, unless 'looking at boobs for a living' is a crime. [Ed: It's not, last time we checked.]

So, calling all hookers, prostitutes, escorts and free-spirited American University students. Now's your time to shine! Tell us about the night you made eyes at Scooter Libby at a fancy hotel bar or the time you ended up in the backseat of Orrin Hatch's black Escalade after a four-day bender. Sure, it's embarrassing, but you'll get over those initial feelings of shame. Not right away, perhaps, but sometime around the time that check from Hustler finally clears.