An office manager walked into a tavern after work and instantly realized it was a gay bar. What the heck, he figured, I really want a drink.

The waiter walked over. "What's the name of your penis?" he asked.

"Look," the guy said, "I'm not into all that. All I want is a drink."

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't serve you until you tell me the name of your penis," the waiter insisted.

"Oh, OK," the customer reluctantly agreed. "But tell me the name of yours first."

"Nike," he responded. "You know, like, 'Just do it' "

The customer thought for a moment. "The name of mine," he said, "is Secret."

"Secret?"

"Yeah, like, 'Strong enough for a man but made for a woman.' "