NOT a bad joke 20/10/2004
Posted: 20 Oct 2004, 14:07
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 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, "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, "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.
Ringo's having a grand time, until, mere moments before the end, the
door flies open and Michael Caine bursts in. He grabs the young one by
the back of the hair and Slaps her hard across the face!
"Wh-what was that for?" she whimpers.
"I told you," Caine snarls..........................................
"You were 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 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, "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, "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.
Ringo's having a grand time, until, mere moments before the end, the
door flies open and Michael Caine bursts in. He grabs the young one by
the back of the hair and Slaps her hard across the face!
"Wh-what was that for?" she whimpers.
"I told you," Caine snarls..........................................
"You were only supposed to blow the bloody Doors off !!!!"
