Well you were warned in my last post, and as it would appear that I haven't been conned with my camera but am just the unwitting victim of sloth, here go's.
Holmes and Watson are at home, 221b Baker St, the evening meal has been eaten, the dishes cleared and the pair sit, replete.
The evening progresses in much the same manor as did the previous evening, Holmes tinkered on his violin whilst smoking Opium and Watson cleaned his service revolver. Nothing strange in any of that.
Watson turned to Holmes and said,
" D'you know Holmes, I'm feeling rather Fruity tonight"
Holmes stopped playing and leered,
"As am I dear Watson, as am I. Tell you what, go over to the sink in the corner, drop your trousers and take a firm hold of the taps"
" Whatho Holmes" said Watson and did as he was bade.
Holmes meenwhile had taken a lemon from the fruitbowl and with one deft movement, sliced it in half. He approached Watson with the half Lemon and began to smear it on Watsons lilly white arse.
" Good God!" exclaimed Watson, " What on earth are you doing are you doing Holmes?"
"A Lemon entry, dear Watson, a Lemon entry"
) i liked that xxxx
2006-06-24 @ 15:44