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!"