Two midgets are tired of being virgins.

They've been best friends for life and never had any luck with the ladies, so one day they decide to hire a couple of hookers and pop their cherries.

Now we're not talking any old slags off the corner here, we are talking real money, high class ladies.

Their escorts in hand the two midgets retire to a hotel and take two rooms right next to each other.

One of the midgets, heads into the room on the left. He is nervous, knees shaking, palms sweaty he has no idea what to do, all he can see is a perfect woman sitting on the bed, beautiful as a picture and ready to go all the way.

But our hero just can't get in the mood, he's so nervous he can't get the blood flowing to the right places, suddenly he hears from his friends room next door:

"ONE, TWO, THREE, HUHHH! ONE, TWO, THREE, HUHHH!"

This puts him more on edge, He tries to stroke up a response from his pocket rocket but nothing is happening.

"ONE, TWO, THREE, HUHHH! ONE, TWO, THREE, HUHHH!"

Eventually he gives into dispair, he pays the hooker and sheepishly apologises, she leaves and eventually he tries to get some sleep, lulled to the chorus of,

"ONE, TWO, THREE, HUHHH! ONE, TWO, THREE, HUHHH!"

The next morning our poor midget heads down to the hotel lobby and spies his friend there. His friend says to him;

"So, have any luck last night?"

Our poor friend sighs "No, it was awful, I just couldn't get in the mood! I got no sex and paid the hooker anyway. Still it sounded like you had an amazing time!"

To which his friend replies;

"What do you mean? I couldn't even get on the bed!"