Out of the mouths of Tarts...

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  1. Extract from Tony’s new book!

    ‘I had regularly started jogging out of Downing Street .

    On each run I happened to jog past a hooker standing

    on the same street corner, day after day.

    With some apprehension I would brace myself as

    I approached her for what was most certainly to follow.

    "Fifty quid!" she would shout from the kerb.

    "No way, 50p!" I fired back..

    This ritual between myself and the

    hooker continued for days.

    I'd run by and she'd yell, "Fifty quid!"

    And I'd yell back "50p!"

    One day however Cherie decided

    that she wanted to accompany me on my jog.

    As we jogged nearer the problematic street corner,

    I realised the "pro" would bark her £50 offer and Cherie

    would wonder what I'd really been doing on all my past outings.

    I realised I’d need to have a damn good

    explanation for my illustrious lawyer wife.

    As we jogged into the turn that would take them

    past the corner, I became even more

    apprehensive than usual.

    Sure enough, there was the hooker.

    I tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes

    as she watched the pair of us jog past.

    Then, from the pavement, the hooker yelled,

    "See what you get for 50p?" :roll:
  2. Old, old joke. He must have been scraping the barrel to trot that one out. And what respect he must have for his pet dragon to suggest she's worth 50p when we all know she's worth feck all! 8)

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