“You did, huh? How did it end?” His friend replied.
“When it was over,” the first man said, “she came to me on her hands and knees.”
His friend looked puzzled. “Really? Now that's a switch! What did she say?”
“I think she said something like, ‘Come out from under that bed, you gutless weasel!’”
The World Is Divided Into Two Kinds Of People: Those Who Have Tattoos, And Those Who Are Afraid Of People With Tattoos.