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#1
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>Subject: Michael Caine's party
>
>
>Back in the Swinging Sixties, Michael Caine is holding a big showbiz party
>in his swanky new house. Everyone who's anyone is there top stars from the
>worlds of movies and music, fashion and art.
>
>There's a feed of pints, the best wines that money can buy, oysters,
>champagne, Lennon and McCartney are helping themselves at the bar, Jim
>Morrison and his band are sitting on the couch singing "Light My Fire",
>and over in the corner, George Peppard's getting very pally with Sophia
>Loren.
>
>All's going really well, until Jim Morrison decides he's bored out of his
>skull, and wants to go home for an early night curled up with a good book.
>
>"Oi, Jim," objects Michael Caine, "the party's just got started.
>
>How's about I get one of 'the ladies' to take you into the spare bedroom
>for a bit of the 'how's yer father?'"
>
>"Fair play,"
>nods Jim [well that's not his exact words, but you get the gist], "As long
>as she does the rest of the band, too."
>
>"Not a problem, Jim," smiles Michael, as he pulls a young dolly bird in
>close and whispers some instructions in her ear.
>
>Half an hour later, the young lass is just wiping her chin, when in walks
>Ringo Starr from the Beatles.
>
>"Alright, luv?" he drones, "don't suppose you fancy extending that service
>to me, do you?" The young woman thinks about this for a second, then
>says"What the hell!" and proceeds to unzip Ringo's fly and get to work on
>the BJ.
>
>Ringo's having a grand time, until, mere moments before the end, the door
>open's and Michael Caine bursts in. He grabs the young girl by the back of
>the hair and Slaps her hard across the face!
>
>"Wh-what the hell was that for?" she whimpers.
>
>"I told you," Caine snarls (you're gonna love
>this)
>
>"You're only supposed to blow the bloody Doors off!"
>
>
>Back in the Swinging Sixties, Michael Caine is holding a big showbiz party
>in his swanky new house. Everyone who's anyone is there top stars from the
>worlds of movies and music, fashion and art.
>
>There's a feed of pints, the best wines that money can buy, oysters,
>champagne, Lennon and McCartney are helping themselves at the bar, Jim
>Morrison and his band are sitting on the couch singing "Light My Fire",
>and over in the corner, George Peppard's getting very pally with Sophia
>Loren.
>
>All's going really well, until Jim Morrison decides he's bored out of his
>skull, and wants to go home for an early night curled up with a good book.
>
>"Oi, Jim," objects Michael Caine, "the party's just got started.
>
>How's about I get one of 'the ladies' to take you into the spare bedroom
>for a bit of the 'how's yer father?'"
>
>"Fair play,"
>nods Jim [well that's not his exact words, but you get the gist], "As long
>as she does the rest of the band, too."
>
>"Not a problem, Jim," smiles Michael, as he pulls a young dolly bird in
>close and whispers some instructions in her ear.
>
>Half an hour later, the young lass is just wiping her chin, when in walks
>Ringo Starr from the Beatles.
>
>"Alright, luv?" he drones, "don't suppose you fancy extending that service
>to me, do you?" The young woman thinks about this for a second, then
>says"What the hell!" and proceeds to unzip Ringo's fly and get to work on
>the BJ.
>
>Ringo's having a grand time, until, mere moments before the end, the door
>open's and Michael Caine bursts in. He grabs the young girl by the back of
>the hair and Slaps her hard across the face!
>
>"Wh-what the hell was that for?" she whimpers.
>
>"I told you," Caine snarls (you're gonna love
>this)
>
>"You're only supposed to blow the bloody Doors off!"
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I can't believe I had to read through all that just to get to the punch line.
First the prostitutes now the turkeys...not much chance of a gobble in suffolk, then.
First the prostitutes now the turkeys...not much chance of a gobble in suffolk, then.
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