"Dating a Nymphomanic" joke

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 she was darn near a nymphomaniac.

After six times, 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 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!"

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