A virile, middle-aged Italian gentleman named Guido was relaxing at his favorite bar in Rome when he managed to attract the attention of a spectacular young blonde woman.
Things progressed quickly. Before long, he invited her back to his apartment. After some flirtatious small talk, they retired to his bedroom, where he proceeded to rattle her senseless.
After a pleasant interlude, he smiled and asked, “So… you finish?”
She paused, frowned slightly, and replied, “No.”
Surprised but determined, Guido reached for her again, and the rattling resumed. This time she thrashed wildly, crying out with unmistakable passion.
Finally, they collapsed in exhaustion.
Guido, grinning confidently, asked once more, “You finish?”
She paused again, smiled sweetly, cuddled closer, and softly said, “No.”
Now stunned—but absolutely unwilling to leave her unsatisfied—Guido summoned every last ounce of strength. What followed was a final crescendo of screaming, bucking, clawing, and shredded bedsheets.
Completely spent, Guido fell onto his back, gasping for air. With heroic pride, he turned his head slightly and whispered one final time:
“You finish?”
Barely able to speak, the beautiful blonde leaned into his ear and murmured:
“No… I Norwegian.”