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A skinny, pale and bespectacled young man enters a bar mostly frequented by women, orders a beer, and then takes a frog from his pocket. The frog is wearing a small red velvet jacket with the word 'CHAMP' emblazoned on the back. The frog proceeds to drink a small puddle of beer which the young man has carefully tipped onto the bar top.
After the second beer a small group of women have gathered to watch the frog, and a foxy redhead finally asks why he's called Champ.
"Because he's the world's greatest lover." The young man says proudly. "Nobody does it better than Champ. Nobody!"
"Bull," The redhead replies, she's been around a bit and feels she knows best. But, an hour later when no better offer has been made, and a few more drinks have made her pliable, she offers to take up the challenge.
Back at her place she disrobes and arranges herself on the bed. The young man places the frog carefully on the bed, but nothing happens. After two silent minutes he sighs, takes off his glasses, picks up the frog, looks it straight in the eyes and says, "Look, Champ! This is the last time I'm going to show you..."
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