Jeff walks into a bar and sees his friend Paul slumped
over the bar. He walks over and asks Paul what's wrong.
"Well," replies Paul, "you know that beautiful at
work that I wanted to ask out, but I got an erection
every time I saw her?"
"Yes," replies Jeff with a laugh.
"Well," says Paul, straightening up, "I finally plucked
up the courage to ask her out, and she agreed."
"That's great!" says Jeff, "When are you going out?"
"I went to meet her this evening," continues Paul, "but
I was worried I'd get an erection again. So I got some
duct tape and taped my to my leg, so if I did, it
wouldn't show."
"Sensible," says Jeff.
"So I get to her door," says Paul, "and I rang her
doorbell. She answered it in the sheerest, tiniest
dress you ever saw."
"And what happened then?"
(Paul slumps back over the bar again.)
"I kicked her in the face."
