Jon was looking for a little „action“. He picked up a sweet young thang at the bar and took her back to his hotel room. Little did he know she was damn near a nymphomaniac.After six times she was screaming for more. After the *eighth* time Jon told her that he needed to slip out for a pack of cigarettes.On the way out he stopped in the men’s room. He stood in front of the urinal, unzipped, and felt a moment of panic that he couldn’t find „it“.After a couple of minutes „fishing around“ he finally said, „Look, it’s ok. She’s not here!“
