There was this guy who was a new arrival at this logging camp in the wilds of British Columbia, Canada. After a couple of weeks he decides to go into the only town within a hundred miles and have a few beers at the local pub. After three or four beers, he asked the bartender about the availability of some "ladies of the evening." The bartender told him that he hadn't seen a woman in the town for at least ten years, however, he mentioned that there was this Chinese cook out in the kitchen. The logger stopped him right there and said: "No. I don't go for that shit."
So, he had a few more beers and went back to the camp. He returned in about three weeks, had a few beers and again asked the bartender if there were any ladies available. The bartender told him no, however, the Chinese cook was still in the kitchen. The logger, again, told him that he didn't go for that shit and returned to camp.
About four weeks went by and the logger was getting desperate. He went back to the bar, had a few beers and asked the bartender, again about the ladies. The bartender again told him there were none and again reminded him about the Chinese cook. The logger again said; "No. I don't go for that shit." Then he thought about it for awhile and asked the bartender: "If I go out back with the Chinese cook, how many people will know about it"?
Well, the bartender says, 'There will be you and me. All together, there will be four."
"Four!" cries the logger. "I thought there would be just you and me. Where did the the other two come from?
And the bartender says, "Hell man. It takes two guys to hold him down. He don't go for that shit either!"