michael caine

[Mervin]

Back in the Swinging Sixties, Michael Caine is holding a big showbiz
party in his swanky new house. Everyone who's anyone is there top stars
from the worlds of movies and music, fashion and art.
There's a feed of pints, the best wines that money can buy, oysters,
champagne, Lennon and McCartney are helping themselves at the bar, Jim
Morrison and his band are sitting on the couch singing "Light My Fire",
and over in the corner, George Peppard's getting very pally with Sophia
Loren.
All's going really well, until Jim Morrison decides he's bored out of
his skull, and wants to go home for an early night curled up with a
good book.
"Oi, Jim," objects Michael Caine, "the party's just got started.
How's about I get one of 'the ladies' to take you into the spare
bedroom for a bit of the 'how's yer father?'"
"Fair play," nods Jim [well that's not his exact words, but you get the
gist], "As long as she does the rest of the band, too."
"Not a problem, Jim," smiles Michael, as he pulls a young dolly bird in
close and whispers some instructions in her ear. Half an hour later,
the young lass is just wiping her chin, when in walks Ringo Starr from
the Beatles.
"Alright, luv?" he drones, "don't suppose you fancy extending that
service to me, do you?" The young woman thinks about this for a second,
then says "What the hell!" and proceeds to unzip Ringo's fly and get to
work on the BJ. Ringo's having a grand time, until, mere moments before
the end, the door open's and Michael Caine bursts in. He grabs the
young girl by the back of the hair and Slaps her hard across the face
and says:












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You're were only supposed to blow the bloody Doors off!!!!

[sonic]

very nice...