It seems that after a typical night of heavy
intake of taxpayer funded wine, John felt the
call of nature deep in his intestines and he
staggered off to find the loo. In his
confusion, he finally found the small room
which he imagined must be the servant's
dunny. He quickly relieved himself, but when
he tried to rise, something gripped his nuts
and would not let him leave. He groped around
for a light switch and could not find one.
After many attempts to rise, John just gave in
to his terror and sat there shaking.
They found him in the cleaner's closet,
passed-out on an old-fashioned mop-bucket
with his foot on the wringer pedal.
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Chato
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Sounds authentic to me - just the kind of thing crazy old John would do. Thank God he is not in any position where he could do some damage... |
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