A girl came up to me in a bar – she was wearing a short skirt, had beautiful breasts like ripe fruit and was drinking an exotic cocktail. Â “What would you say if I told you I was wearing no underwear?” she breathed.
“I’d say ‘neither am I’.”
She raised her eyebrows. Â “Really?” she asked, “I’m wearing none because it turns on men like you…” she licked her lips, “and gives you easy access…”
“Oh?” I replied. “I’ve got none on because I shit myself in the men’s room.”
