Who told me this one was Cristine, a French fellow from Grace College. That was 2000. I credit her with the joke because I think that she does not know that I suffer atrocities and therefore she could not have done anything to help or save me, in principle. We know, jokes are, in principle, public domain, but I do give credits for intellectual property, even for tokens of wisdom, whenever I can, since I respect to an extreme the rights of others to privacy, property, and freedom, and I do think that is how we make this world be bearable: Respecting those to an extreme.
Cristine then said something like this:
You don't know this woman who entered the Guinness Book for having intercourse with the largest amount of men we have counted so far?
Me: No. Joking?
Cristine: Not joking, true.
Me: How could they possibly do something like that?
Cristine: The woman was lying down with the legs wide open, naked, and there was a huge cue of men who had put their name down, all there waiting to have sex with her.
And then, in the middle of the cue, there was this one guy with a bunch of flowers in his hand...