Pinocchio was fed up with the recent complaints from his wife. Every time we make love, I get splinters. So, Pinocchio went back to his maker, Gipetto the Carpenter, for advice. Sandpaper, said the carpenter, that’s what you need. So, Pinocchio took the sandpaper home. A few weeks later, the carpenter bumped into Pinocchio again. How are you getting along with the girls now? \ Who needs girls? replied Pinocchio.