The expression "good news and bad news" reminds me of this trip to Tahoe some years ago where the busty slim girl I was dating wasn't on birth control so I had to wear condoms. We went to the club they had at the time at Harrah's and then back up to the suite to slip off her slinky dress and, "Well there's good news and bad news" comes out of her mouth.


The bad news, I'm on my period. The good news, You don't have to wear a condom.