Don 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, Don
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 when he couldn't find his
dick. After a couple of minutes of "fishing around," he finally said,
"Look, it's ok. She's not here!"