“No, what do you mean?” says the newcomer.
“You must be new” says the hairy man, “it’s a rule here that if you fart, it implies that you called for me.” The huge man easily spins him around, bends him over a bench and has his way with him.
The newcomer staggers back to the club office, where he is greeted by the smiling, naked receptionist.
“May I help you, sir?” she asks.
“Lady, I think this place might not be for me. For God’s sake, I’m 65 years old. I only get an erection once a month, but I fart 35 times a day!”