The technical lead on my current project just came in told us this joke:

A cowboy is passing through an unfamiliar town, and stops into a bar for a drink. He gets about two steps in before realizing it's a gay bar. He's a little widged out, but he really wants a beer, and this is the only bar that's open. So he goes on up to the bar and orders a beer.

"What's the name of your penis?" asks the bartender.

"What?!?" demands the cowboy. "Look, I'm not gay - I just want a beer!"

"Sorry," says the bartender. "Rules of the bar. I can't serve you a beer until you tell me what you've named your penis."

"My penis doesn't have a name!"

"Well, I'll give you a little while to think of one. You can ask around a little for ideas. That guy on the end there, he calls his Snickers, 'cause it really satisfies. And the guy at the pool table, his is Nike - just do it!" And he goes away to serve some other guys.

The cowboy thinks for a bit, then sighs and turns to the guy on his left. "What do you call yours?"

"Mine is Timex - it takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'!"

He turns to the guy on his right. "What about you?"

"Oh, mine is Ford. Have you driven a Ford lately?"

Finally, the cowboy sighs and calls the bartender over. "My penis' name is Secret," he says. "Now gimme a damn beer."

"Sure thing," the bartender says. As he puts the mug in front of the cowboy, he asks, "Why'd you name it that?"

"'Cause," the cowboy says, taking a drink, "it's strong enough for a man, but made for a woman!"