Zeke walks into his bar and sees his friend Jeff huddled at the bar, looking
I walk over and ask Jeff what's wrong.
"Well," replies Jeff, "You know that beautiful girl at work that I wanted to
ask out, but I got an erection every time I saw her?"
"Yes," I reply with a smile.
"Well," says Jeff, straightening up, "I finally mustered up the courage to
ask her out, and she agreed."
"That's great!" I say, "when are you going out?"
"I went to meet her this evening," continues Jeff, "but I was worried I'd
get an erection again. So I got some duct tape and taped my pecker to my
leg, so if I did, it wouldn't show."
"Sensible" I say even though I no longer have that same problem after over TWENTY YEARS of marriage.
"So I got to her door," says Jeff, "and I rang her doorbell. She answered it
in the sheerest, tiniest dress you ever saw."
"Great! What happened next?" I ask because I can't wait until I hear the details.
Jeff huddles over the bar again. "I kicked her in the face."