The Sexual Adviser

While sitting at the bar, Barry asked Bob if he’d found a job.

“I am my wife’s sexual adviser,” said Bob proudly.

Somewhat shocked, Barry said “I beg your pardon, but what do you mean by that?”

“It’s very simple,” replied Bob. “My wife told me that when she wants my fucking advice, she’ll ask me for it.”

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