When the waiter approaches, he says to me, "What's the name of your penis?" Then I say,
"Look, I'm not into any of that. All I want is a drink".

The waiter says, "I'm sorry but I can't serve you until you tell me the name of your
penis. Mine for instance is called Nike, for the slogan Just Do It."

I looked dumbfounded and the bartender told me he would give me a second to think it
over. I asked a customer sitting to my left, who is sipping on a beer, "Hey bud, do you
really need to name your penis to get a drink?" The man looks back and says with a
smile, "Yes, my penis is TIMEX, cause it takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin!"

His buddy to his right, who is sipping a fruity Margarita says, "My penis is FORD,
because Quality is Job 1."

Then he adds, "Have you driven a Ford, lately?" Even more shaken, I had to think for a
moment before I could come up with a name for my penis. Finally, I turn to the bartender
and exclaim, "The name of my penis is Secret. Now give me my beer."

The bartender begins to pour me a beer, but with a puzzled look asks, "Why Secret?" Then
I say, "Because it's STRONG ENOUGH FOR A MAN, BUT MADE FOR A WOMAN!"