Joe better get about fifty gallons of that 'male enhancement' stuff. His wedding night's gonna be like falling down a coal chute.
Joe, since you'll eventually have to use the changing table* at WalMart and since you'll have a case of diapers under one arm and eight babies under the other, I wanta see ya open the door of the men's room with yer teeth!**
*Yes, ladies, there are diaper-changing tables in men's rooms. I have only seen it used one time, and that was plenty. Forty Hell's Angels takin' a shit break after All-U-Can-Eat Burrito Nite doesn't smell that bad!
**The doors of most men's rooms push open, so he can get in with his forehead. He's gonna have to get back out, though, and the normal men's-room-door-opening-device, i.e. his left pinkie finger, may not be in position.
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