A freind of mine was late coming to the crummy one morning.We waited, honked, knocked and were just pulling out of the drive way when he comes running out, lunch bag flailing, shirt half buttoned and cursing away.He hops in the crummy to silence, we had all endulged in a thirsty thursday night out so all was good.He took the cake for excuses as his cursing didn't stop upon entry, ,, ,he explained he and the better half went out to the bar, getting totally liquored, and retired home to some great sex.He woke to the sound of our beconing, ran to the can where in the mirror he found an obsorbant feminine product stuck to his forhead.

Good sex or bad sex?"True story"!