Man, the last liar doesn't stand a chance around here.
The other night I was at my favorite watering hole, sitting at the bar having a gin fizz, when this good looking chick walks up and sits down beside me.
We strike up a conversation, and a couple gin fizzes later, we head for her house in her new Mustang GT.
So, we're sitting there on her couch making out and she says, "Excuse me while I go in and change into something a little sexier. Oh, and by-the-way. I'm kinky."
In a few minutes she reappears wearing this black leather lingerie thing with chrome spikes all over it, black hose, and stilettos, and she has a mask on her face.
She says, "Well, big boy, are you ready?"
I look her square in the eye and say, " Yes, but give me a minute to catch my breath. I just got done screwing your cat."
And I'm 70.
