A guy is lying in bed with his girlfriend after a particularly “athletic” session. He’s feeling pretty proud of himself, puffing out his chest, and decides he wants a little ego boost.
“So,” he whispers, nudging her, “on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate my performance tonight?”
She stays silent for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, clearly doing some serious mental math. Finally, she sighs and says, “To be honest, you’re like a high-end luxury car.”
He beams, absolutely glowing. “Oh yeah? Sleek? Fast? Sophisticated?”
“No,”* she replies, rolling over to go to sleep. *”You’re great to look at, but you usually finish in under six seconds.”
