I was at the milliner’s last night, when she says, “hey, I have something to show you.” She pulls out a box of condoms, which she had just bought at the drugstore. “Look, they’re Olympic-themed.” Sure enough, there were gold-, silver, and bronze-coloured condoms.
Cools, says I, lets try them out.
“Which colour do you want to try,” she asked, batting her eyelids.
“Um, how about gold, as in ‘going for the gold,'” I macho’ed.
“Well, okay, if you insist,” she replied, “but I would rather you tried silver.”
She answers, “Because, for once, I’d like it if you came second.”