A man checks into a hotel in Auckland while on a business trip and was a bit lonely.
He thought of one of those girls you see advertised in phone booths when you’re calling for a cab.
He popped into a phone booth in Albert Street near the hotel and found an ad for a girl calling herself
Erogonique, a lovely girl, bending over in the photo. She had all the right curves in all the right places, beautiful long wavy hair, long graceful legs… well, you get the picture! He copied the phone number and returned to his hotel.
When back in the room he figures, what the hell, give her a call.
‘Hello,’ the woman says.
God, she sounded sexy.
‘Hi, I hear you give a great massage and I’d like you to come to my room and give me one… No, wait, I should be straight with you. I’m in town all alone and what I really want is sex. I want it hard, I want it hot, and I want it now. Bring implements, toys, rubber, leather, whips, everything you’ve got in your bag of tricks… Tie me up, cover me in chocolate syrup and whipped cream, anything you want! Now, how does that sound?’
She says, ‘That sounds fantastic, but you need to press 9 for an outside line.’
I don’t know how it’s supposed to feel…Still 9, and I got a remote control helicopter,which is way up there on the list of Ace Prezzies,and some lollipops and a dressing gown and enough cake to make a small town Diabetic
Maybe one day I’ll turn into Victor Clarkson or Jeremy Meldrew…Well stay as one when I’m throwing a fit,rather than revert to the loveable wretch, which is wot I is.
I’m thinking of raffling it off or playing guess the weight,and the winner will be the nearest within a hundred weight.If you’ve got any ideas feel free to chip in,
Thanks for the kind words folks.I’ve had a great idea of dive bombing the race cars with the helicopter,as the Chinook produces enough down draught to blow the car away…Good hey
