Thor, the Viking God of Thunder, and Odin, King Of The Gods are
enjoying a flagon of mead in Valhalla, the Norse heaven. Suddenly,
Thor turns to Odin. "You know, my Lord" he says, thoughtfully thumbing
his huge mystical hammer. "Being a god is brilliant, but it's been a
millennium since I had any sex." Odin nodded and pondered for a while.
Raising his mighty head, he took pity on his melon-sacked subordinate.
"Go to Earth, O Thor," he replied. "Find thyself there what they call
a 'lady of the night'. Treat her to your manly pleasures." Bowing
gracefully, Thor retired and followed Odin's advice, before returning
the next night. "My Lord," he said, grinning from ear to ear, "You
were right ? it was wonderful. We had passionate sex 37 times!" "37
times?" exclaimed Odin. "That poor woman!! Mere mortals cannot endure
such treatment. You must go and apologize!" Humbled, Thor went back
down to earth and found the aforementioned prostitute. "I'm sorry
about last night," he apologized. "But you see, I'm Thor." "You're
Thor?" shouted the girl, "What about me? I can't even pith."