A little something I picked up from Gerard Vlemmings:
An American and an Frenchman were seated next to a Dutchman in an overseas flight. After a few cocktails, the men began discussing their home lives. 'Last night I made love to my wife four times,' the American bragged, 'and this morning she made me a wonderful breakfast and she told me how much she adored me.'
'Ah, last night I made love to my wife six times,' the Frenchman responded, 'and this morning she made me delicious crepes and told me she could never love another man.'
When the Dutchman remained silent, the American smugly asked, 'And how many times did you make love to your wife last night?' 'Once,' he replied. 'Only once?' the Frenchman arrogantly snorted. 'And what did she say to you this morning?'
'Don't stop!'
