An elderly man walks into a confessional. The following conversation ensues:
Man: “I am 92 years old, have a wonderful wife of 70 years, many children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Yesterday, I picked up two college girls, hitchhiking. We went to a motel, where I had sex with each of them three times.”
How do the guys around these two chicks miss the action? I count three guys around the two females and none of them are zeroed in on the two attractive girls making out in the middle of the bar. Come on, fellas.