per has again bowled me a googly

[dirtydeeds]

ive never had any problem with a little wenching

as long as neither party is married or attached

 

[Per Swenson]

Oh, this could go on for ever...
Lets start.....

"It was a dark a dreary night........"

 

[dirtydeeds]

a wench is NEVER dreary 

 

[Michael Kellough]

Let's make it a classic, dark and stormy night.

 

[Per Swenson]

It was a dark and stormy night,

Dirty Deeds, nobody called him that to his face,

had just dropped his wench of the week back at her flat.

A sordid affair, not her, the flat. A tiny grimy hole above the Cock and bull Tavern,

where this story actually takes place.

Your turn.

 

[webfarmer]

A flat once occupied by the notorious..... Allan Spanner.......

 

[Greg in Memphis]

Talk in the tavern was that Allan was hexed.

 

[poto]

Allan was a professional driver.

But he'd screw you if he could.

 

[petiegolfer]

He was from a large family who came in all different sizes. The family had a long running feud with another notorious family of Star Drive. They too where heavily into professional driving!

The Star Drive family did bank jobs with an infamous hood know as "Diamond Drill"

 

[woodshopdemos]

But Allen's biggest loss came when wench wendy found out he was metric, but had told her his imperial measurement, or so she thought.

 

[SteveD]

Imagine you pass an open door and hear this one sided phone conversation.

From another thread ...

Female voice ..

Phillip's from Posse Drive. His head is all screwed up but he has nice threads. I think he once worked for Whitworth but moved to Acme. He then got tapped for a part in another production where he became a real square. He bolted from that position and went nuts. Sometimes he works for a machine parts company, he told me it was really a job to die for. He also told me his job performance was measured across the flats. I thought he meant the salt ones across the state, but I never could figure where his head was at. He said he had a bolt hole there in case the metricpolitan police came for him. And sometimes he would torque all night only to find himself stripped of his threads.
Uh.
Well, they're all like that aren't they?
You too? ISO them on TV once, Fine angles on most of them, but I thought others were a bit coarse.
Uh huh.
He once started on about his pipes, but that tapered off a bit. Then he torx about Robertson being a bit of a square. Well! Then before I knew it he had gone off. The last time I saw him his attention rivetted to piece of you know what.

The door closes...