Paul picked this woman up in a nightclub and took her home. While they were walking home he didn’t say a thing.
“You’re not the communicative type, are you?” she said as they were undressing.
“Nah,” Paul replied and pulled out his old fella. “I do all my talking with this.”
“Damn,” said the girl as she leaned forward to look. “You don’t have much to say, do you?”