Originally Posted by
Organ Morgan.
You're spot on there.
Have you ever observed an unprepossessing woman perhaps with missing teeth, terrible skin pallor with a gut the size of a typical WRU committee member to wonder if anyone could possibly be throwing a leg over it, and if so then tried to calculate the number of Viagra pills would be necessary to induce a stiffy? Well, Sludge finds such creatures irresistible. It's fair to say his taste in women is extraordinarily low.
There's a golf club up the road from me. Up until a few years ago a part-time barmaid there had a colourful reputation for being generous with her favours. It was said she had no boundaries. I made the mistake of relating a few stories concerning her to him. His breathing soon intensified as his excitement grew. He asked whether I knew any members who could sign him in as a guest on a night when she was on shift. I said I could provided he guaranteed he'd act appropriately whilst on the premises.
We provisionally arranged a date a fortnight hence when he hoped that treatment provided by an STD clinic would eliminate the "enormous puss-filled boil" that had appeared on an intimate part of his anatomy.
Unfortunately for him she was sacked during the intervening period for interfering with the clothing of the club's middle-aged treasurer, a bachelor called Desmond who had a penchant for wearing lurid pink waistcoats, as he gave her a lift home.