I swear this one is true:
One night, sexy Bubba-mon donned his “mating call” red very-briefs (surprisingly, his Ironman undies are not his garment of choice for amore), and dashed to the bathroom, giving his beloved a few moments to still her beating heart. He came back out around the corner, stopped for a moment to flash the light on and off while he struck a few freeze-frame poses designed to put her in the mood (to laugh), and then leaped into bed.
This was not a night for subtlety!
Bubba-mon wrapped his woman in his arms, and she responded gratifyingly by putting her right hand on his gorgeous left bun. Bubba-mon became even more enthusiastic but soon thereafter noticed a change come over his lady.
“Mi bonita, cual es tu problema????” he asked. (I don’t know why he spoke in Spanish, but just go with the story, folks)
Silence, a giggle.
He felt a strange sensation as something seemed to be drawn upward out of the back of his mating call trunks. He turned on the light.
With a grin, his wife pulled the rest of the toilet paper gently out of the back of his drawers and handed it to him.
Now that’s what I call junk in the trunk.