The Quiet Type from the Nightclub

A guy picked a woman up in a nightclub and took her home.

While they were walking home he didn’t say a thing.

“You’re not the communicative type, are you?” she said as they were undressing.

“Nah,” he replied and pulled out his pecker. “I do all my talking with this.”

“Damn,” said the girl as she leaned forward to look. “That doesn’t say much either.”