A Little "Action"

Don 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 damn near a nymphomaniac.  

After six times, she was screaming for more.  After the *eighth* time, Don  

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 his  

dick.  After a couple of minutes of "fishing around," he finally said,  

"Look, it's ok.  She's not here!"