The Question about shoe size has reminded me of this gem.
A guy is feeling rather 'randy' and decides to pay a visit to the local 'house of ill repute', unfortunately he gets the wrong building and walks into a chiropodist's office by mistake.
He walks up to the reception desk , whips out his *** and slaps it on the counter in front of the shocked receptionist.
''What can you do about that?!'' he demands of the shocked girl.
She looks flustered and replies '' But that's not a foot!''
''I know''says the guy ''but it's a good 8 inches!''
Reminds me of the TV prog, USA I think, when one of the presenters turned to the weather man (re snowfall) and asked 'Where are the 8 inches you promised me last night?'