Pinnochio was receiving complaints from his girlfriend about consummating their passions. "Every time we make love," she said " I get splinters." So he went back to his maker, Gipetto, the carpenter, to ask for advice. "Sandpaper my boy, that's what you need," was the carpenter's response. A couple of weeks later the carpenter saw Pinnochio again. "How are you getting on with the girls now?" he asked. "Who needs girls?" replied Pinnochio.