Kate and José were having a drink one afternoon.
As usual, they were in mood to slum it, so they went to a bar in the seedy side of town.
Normally, bartenders are a talkative lot, but this particular one was quietly gruff. Kate, not one to be ignored, kept trying to bring the bartender into her and José s conversation, but he wouldn't bite.
Not even in the fun way.
"You don't talk much, do you?" Kate groused as he brought them another round.
The bartender wasn't in the mood to take her complaints.
"I talk with THIS," he said and vulgarly grabbed his crotch.
"Oh, yeah?" Kate said. "Show me."
"What?"
"Show me!"
So the bartender called her bluff, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his hoo-hah.
Unimpressed, Kate turned away.
"Is THAT all you have to say," she sniffed.