I was in a nightclub when a fat bird came smiling up to me, put her hand on my groin and said, "Have a guess what I want in my mouth tonight?"
"I...I...I don't know?" I stuttered.
"I'll give you a clue," she giggled, "It has four letters and begins with 'C'"
"Oh, that's easy," I said, looking her up and down, "Cake."