Quote by agricola
Oh, when I was younger my manhood was 'A Towering Inferno'. . By heck I was rampant then, I'd 'Enter The Dragon' when ever she'd stand still for ten seconds. Gradually things settled down and 'Saturday Night and Sunday Morning' became the norm. We tried to spice things up and thought hard about 'The Third Man' but settled on 'Harvey' because that involved a six-foot rabbit. Bit big really -had us both in stitches (our ambition got the better of us) and we ended up with a 'Doctor in the House' . But, modern medicine is a wonderful thing and we were soon trying the odd 'Brief Encounter' and I began to eagerly anticipate returning to my duties as 'The Marathon Man' But, the long lay off had some sort of effect on me and for an entire '48 Hours' I was unable to 'Do The Right Thing'. This really worried me(never happened before ) so I went to the Doctor, flopped my six iron on the table and begged him 'Analyze This!'. He looked really concerned: 'You have a nasty case of 'Moby Dick!', he declared. 'How do you know?' I asked, incredulous. Without further ado, he whipped out his scalpel and lanced it, shouting 'Thar she blows!!' as the puss , ask a silly question eh?. My recouperation involved sacrifices and 'Nil By Mouth' was the order of the day-couldn't risk further injury from 'Jaws'.
I'm fully recovered now and 'Master and Commander' in my own bed again....or am I? My 'Sixth Sense' is telling me that her 'Great Expectations ' are not all of me!!?? :shock:
(to be continued....)