My high school caclulus teacher told us this joke on the last day of school:

A man sits down at a bar, empty except for one other guy.

They chat for awhile, then buy each other a few drinks.

A beautiful woman walks in, and one of our two heros sits next to her.

He asks, “tickle your ass with a feather?”, and the woman, disgusted, says “get lost, perv!” and storms off.

Defeated, the man goes back to his new buddy.

“What the fuck was that? You asked to tickle her ass with a feather?”, buddy says, while signaling for more shots.

The guy says, “yea, it’s a brilliant move. You ask, and if she says yes, you’re in. If not, you pretend like you said ‘how about this nasty weather?’”

Another woman walks in. “Tickle your ass with a feather?”

“WHAT??”

“how ‘bout this nasty weather…?”

“oh…yea…sorry, I thought you said something else”

This goes on for some time. Many women, and many shots later, Casanova asks again, “tickle your ass with a feather?”

“Sure, why not.”

And our brilliant Casanova walks out with a stunning woman on his arm.

Flabbergasted, the other man orders a couple more shots, and decides he’s going to give it a try.

A woman walks in, and sits down right next to him.

He turns, and asks, “stick a feather up your ass?”

“EXCUSE ME?”, she says.

“It’s fuckin’ cold out, isn’t it?”