Sam 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 dамn near a nymphomaniac.
After six times she was screaming for more. After the *eighth* time Sam 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 urinаl, unzipped, and felt a moment of panic that he couldn’t find “it.”
After a couple of minutes “fishing around” he finally said, “Look, it’s OK. She’s not here!”