[Денис Минэцки]

He thinks, and he says: "I don't know if the
actuality gauges govern this but we can make a policy.
But you got to guarantee you're in good health now."
I says: "Look, leave her with me.
Come back and see if it stands up.
If it stands up, you know I'm in good health."
The jerk leaves her. I screw her.
Not only that, she likes it.
And she tells me when her boss, the jeweller,
is shipping stones to Holland where he keeps his stash
in a drawer in the safe. Everything.
Can't ask for more, right?
Except, one better.
I never paid the first premium on the new cock policy.
Cock insurance.
Life is funnier than shit!