Late evening, Cecil crossed Waterloo Bridge. A man was leaning over the parapet with a rather pert bottom. Cecil casually brushed his hand against it en-passant. No response.
He stopped, emboldened, walked back, this time ‘copping a feel’. Absolutely no response!
Turning again, he had a proper feel, discovering the man had a rip in his trousers and was ‘going commando’ underneath.
Determined, Cecil whipped out his truncheon, slapped on KY Jelly and ‘zoomph! Geronimo!
The man spoke... “Are you in?”
The man straightened, squeezed his buttocks and started walking, declaring...
“Right... off to the police station!”
Christopher about 2 years ago
Oh dear! This reminds me of an off-color and un-PC joke. If I can remember how it all goes and fit it in a drabble I'll write it later today. It's 3 am here and I haven't even gone to bed yet. Been stressed out this past week and it's been preying on my sleeping time.
Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
I was encouraged (goaded) into putting this piece of un-PCness into drabble format. Drew and Steve have unleashed a demon! Neville the Devil in fact!👹
Drew Martyn about 2 years ago
Haha Neville the Devil, wonderfully unPC drabble!