@timur,
For someone who doesn't like sex, you seem to enjoy fantacizing about arses...
Okay, here's one for you then. Note the absence of the word "sex"...
A waiter in a (Parisian of course) restaurant is being called by a client, who says: I just found this pubic hair in my spaghetti! This is disgusting! I won't finish it, nor will I pay! The client stands up and dashes out of the restaurant.
The waiter reports the matter to the restaurant owner, who tells him this is the oldest trick in the book. "Go catch up with him and make him pay!"
So the waiter gets out, looks around, and spots his client at the end of the street. He is talking to a prostitute, and walks in a hotel with her.
The waiter runs up the street and into the hotel, climbs up the stairs, tries his luck on a few doors... One opens up. There they are, the man's face burried deep in the woman's underbelly, and he seems to be enjoying himself quite a bit.
The waiter is shocked. "Well, for someone who doesn't like pubic hair..."
The man retorts: "Hey, if I find ONE spaghetti in there, I won't pay either!"