Jon was looking for a little “action.” He picked up a sweet young thing at the bar and took her back to his hotel room. Little did he know that she was darn near a nymphomaniac.

After six times having sex, 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 into the men’s room. He stood in front of the urinal, unzipped his pants, and felt a moment of panic when he couldn’t find “it.”

After a couple of minutes fishing around, he finally said, “Look, it’s okay. She’s not here!”