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Monday, April 26, 2010

Mrs Alice Hartley performs The Dance of the Seven Veils.

The old dears who are on the door-to-door library run like a bit of smut. Which is just as well really when one of today's incoming novels tells us the doings of Professor Charles Hartley. In large print. On page one.

"He was not aroused. Deep in the recesses of his baggy boxer shorts The Phallus - the proud symbol of the Professor's innate superiority over half the population of the world - lay quiescent, a dozing puppy."

Lippy's been convulsed with laughter this past ten minutes.

It's no wonder they need large print.


Madame DeFarge said...

Presumably his bark was worse than his bite.

Gadjo Dilo said...

Which half the population of the world?? To this professor, I'm guessing, it's science graduates, i.e. those who don't know that Phallus is Latin for dickhead.

syncopated eyeball said...

That's hilarious! Don't fancy that prose style but I'm not in the large print demographic yet, anyway.

nursemyra said...

that's hysterical

Kevin Musgrove said...

Madame DeF: we had quite enough middle-aged ribaldry thank you (-:

Gadjo: a passing glans.

eyeball: this stuff is a great selling point for our magnifying glasses

nursemyra: (-:

Pat said...

I suppose a puppy is better than a snail.