Fw: Hiding

Joe 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 she was darn near a nymphomaniac.

After six times, she was screaming for more. After the *eighth* time, Joe 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 "it."

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