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I have to rewrite this joke 'cos it's otherwise too blatant.
Okay:
This chap meets this girl in a curry house one night. After indulging in a great curry; a few bottles of wine and some great conversation, the girl invites the chappie back to her drum for a drink.
The amorous fervour increases, and to cut a long story short, she invites him to the bedroom.
The guy is very inexperienced, and when the lassie suggests they indulge in a little 'soixante-neuf', he immediately requires to know what it means.
After she explains all the niceties and etiquette, she then invites him to adopt the relevant position, which he does; somewhat bemused.
Suddenly she lets go one of those 'Balti showstoppers' and the guy recoils. She suggests thay give it another chance and apologises for the exhaust problem.
Damned if it doesn't happen again within five seconds. He jumps away moves towards the door and remarks:
"I'm not hanging about for another sixty-seven of them."
Okay:
This chap meets this girl in a curry house one night. After indulging in a great curry; a few bottles of wine and some great conversation, the girl invites the chappie back to her drum for a drink.
The amorous fervour increases, and to cut a long story short, she invites him to the bedroom.
The guy is very inexperienced, and when the lassie suggests they indulge in a little 'soixante-neuf', he immediately requires to know what it means.
After she explains all the niceties and etiquette, she then invites him to adopt the relevant position, which he does; somewhat bemused.
Suddenly she lets go one of those 'Balti showstoppers' and the guy recoils. She suggests thay give it another chance and apologises for the exhaust problem.
Damned if it doesn't happen again within five seconds. He jumps away moves towards the door and remarks:
"I'm not hanging about for another sixty-seven of them."
