Karen and I went dancing at Baccus last night. On returning from the loo, Karen reported the following conversation:
woman #1: how long have you been dating him?
woman #2: a little while.
woman #1: he's cute.
woman #2: Yes, but he's a premature ejaculator.
woman #3: Oh, I have one of those at home, too.
woman #1: Well, there no good after 35, anyway.
woman #4: (emerging from stall): Mine lasts five minutes. But who has more time than that? I have laundry to do.