“So I got home last night and found my bride writhing erotically on our slab,” the Frankenstein Monster said.
“Ooh,” the Wolfman replied. “That sounds sexy.”
“Not when she was fucking somebody else!”
“So who was she fucking?”
“Who the fuck else could fuck my bride without me seeing? It was that goddamn Invisible Man.”
“So did you beat him up?”
“Worse, I dropped my drawers and let him have the full thirteen inches, right up the keister, lube-free!”
“Holy prolapse!” the Wolfman said.
“Well, it certainly wasn’t an amateur lapse. He’ll be walking funny for the next six years!”