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Post by Bobinwales » Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:16 am

It was the run up to Christmas and a bloke living near to me was walking home late at night after a very cheerful night in the pub when he saw something in the dark shadows near the Canal Bridge.
“Twenty quid”, whispered a feminine voice from those shadows. .
My neighbour, Gwyn, had never been with a prostitute before, but decided what the hell, it's only twenty pounds and it’s Christmas. So they ducked into the darkness under the bridge.
Things progressed as expected when all of a sudden a light flashed on them. It was a Police Officer.
“What's going on here, people?” asked the policeman.
“I am making love to my wife”, Gwyn answered sounding very annoyed.
“Oh, I'm sorry”, said the copper, “I didn't know”.
“Well, neither did I”, muttered Gwyn, “Not until you shone that bloody light on her face!”
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Signature: All those years gone to waist!
Bob in Wales

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