I was supposed to go on a date last night, and the girl I was meeting called me this morning, very upset that I didn’t show up. I said, “Sorry about that, I suffer from premature ejaculation.” “Well that’s very unfortunate,” she replied, “but if you were embarrased about something you could have turned up and explained it to me.” “I wasn’t embarrased about it,” I explained, “I came in my pants on the way to the restaurant, and suddenly didn’t see the point in paying for your dinner.”
