My buddy Joe went to a small town outside of Phoenix last week. He had fifteen bucks and desperately wanted to get laid. At the first whorehouse, he was unsuccessful yet warned not to visit Sandy Sandpaper. At the second, third, and fourth whorehouses he was as unsuccessful as the first and duly warned.
Still desperate for a quick lay, Joe ultimately decided to pay a visit to Sandy Sandpaper. Joe knocked, Sandy (a vivacious woman) opened the door, and she assured him that fifteen dollars would suffice for the night. A few minutes into the festivities, Sandy asked “how does it feel?” “A little rough, like sandpaper” replied Joe.
“Just a minute” said Sandy as she made her way to the bathroom. After waiting a few minutes, Sandy emerged and she and Joe started right where they had left off.
“Now how does it feel” asked Sandy. “Terrific. What did you do” asked Joe, at the height of his pleasure.
“Oh, I just picked the scabs and let it drain a little!”
