Watson knocks on 211B Baker street, the house of his good friend and fellow Detective Sherlock Holmes.
Holmes opens the door with a smile on his face and wrapped in a silk dressing gown "come in Watson come in"
Watson enters the house and follows Holmes into the lounge were a roaring fire is lit.
Holmes sits down in a grand wing back chair and lights his pipe. Watson sits opposite him on a small wooden seat.
"Have a drink Watson" Holmes points to the Decanter of wisky beside Watsons seat.
As Watson fill a glass Holmes talks about there recent case "... And we solved it agin Waton" Holmes's story comes to an end "...I couldn't have done it without you Watson!"
"Thanks, but it was you Holmes really!"
"No Watson, I'm entirely in your debt, your a good bloke and a good friend"
Waton starts to blush "Thank you but really..."
"No Watson, it's true... A Very good friend, And I have a gift for you upstairs"
Watson followes him up the narrow staircase and into the room at the top, Holmes sits on the end of the bed and pats the place beside him.
Watson gingerly sits on the bed. "Take that tweed Jacket off Watson" Holmes ask's so Watson slips it off "good man, it is warm in here, infact, take of that shirt also, it's stifling," Watson feels uncomfortable, but his respect for Holmes brings him to trust the request and he unbuttons his shirt to revel a white vest " That's it Whatson, and take thos awful trousers off!" Watson can't believe it...
"What?" He gasps
"Go on," Holmes replies and starts tugging at the legs of Watsons trousers. Watson is now sat in his vest, pants and socks, "You trust me don't you Watson" Watson nods, beads of sweet dripping down his forehead "you will let me to show you my appreciation won't you Watson?" Watson nods again. "Good man, now roll onto your belly!" Watson without question rolls on his belly. He tenses as he feels Holmes's fingers clawing at the elasticated band of his pants, pulling them half way down his legs.
Holmes then climbs on top of Watson, Watson can feel 'parts' of Holmes that are hidden under the gown resting on the top of his legs. Holmes leans over an grabs a yellow fruit from the bed side table. Holmes starts squeezing the fruit and the juice is covering Watsons buttocks,
"What you doing Holmes?" Watson grits his teeth...
"A Lemon Entry my dear Watson"
Appalling !! ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Cheers - Phil
But I can't help but chuckle. :)
Cheers - Phil.
My dad tells it better, it was his party peace and it went on for ages... But that somehow helped. He had more discripthion, the cobbled streets, the flickering light.. So think Vulpine senior
"Well, Holmes, you seem to be in good health, in my professional opinion. What makes you think there's something wrong which your doctor can't locate? What seems to be the trouble?"
"Alimentary, my dear Watson."
Quote from: Vulpine on 30 January 2013, 05:32:17 PM
Watson knocks on 211B Baker street, the house of his good friend and fellow Detective Sherlock Holmes.
Holmes opens the door with a smile on his face and wrapped in a silk dressing gown "come in Watson come in"
Watson enters the house and follows Holmes into the lounge were a roaring fire is lit.
Holmes sits down in a grand wing back chair and lights his pipe. Watson sits opposite him on a small wooden seat.
"Have a drink Watson" Holmes points to the Decanter of wisky beside Watsons seat.
As Watson fill a glass Holmes talks about there recent case "... And we solved it agin Waton" Holmes's story comes to an end "...I couldn't have done it without you Watson!"
"Thanks, but it was you Holmes really!"
"No Watson, I'm entirely in your debt, your a good bloke and a good friend"
Waton starts to blush "Thank you but really..."
"No Watson, it's true... A Very good friend, And I have a gift for you upstairs"
Watson followes him up the narrow staircase and into the room at the top, Holmes sits on the end of the bed and pats the place beside him.
Watson gingerly sits on the bed. "Take that tweed Jacket off Watson" Holmes ask's so Watson slips it off "good man, it is warm in here, infact, take of that shirt also, it's stifling," Watson feels uncomfortable, but his respect for Holmes brings him to trust the request and he unbuttons his shirt to revel a white vest " That's it Whatson, and take thos awful trousers off!" Watson can't believe it...
"What?" He gasps
"Go on," Holmes replies and starts tugging at the legs of Watsons trousers. Watson is now sat in his vest, pants and socks, "You trust me don't you Watson" Watson nods, beads of sweet dripping down his forehead "you will let me to show you my appreciation won't you Watson?" Watson nods again. "Good man, now roll onto your belly!" Watson without question rolls on his belly. He tenses as he feels Holmes's fingers clawing at the elasticated band of his pants, pulling them half way down his legs.
Holmes then climbs on top of Watson, Watson can feel 'parts' of Holmes that are hidden under the gown resting on the top of his legs. Holmes leans over an grabs a yellow fruit from the bed side table. Holmes starts squeezing the fruit and the juice is covering Watsons buttocks,
"What you doing Holmes?" Watson grits his teeth...
"A Lemon Entry my dear Watson"
the oldies are always the best ;D
Actually, the punchline never actually occurs anywhere in the Holmes corpus. Not that that'll stop anyone. Play it again, Sam.
But between Holmes and Watson the ejaculate 23 times in the cannon!
ML,
I think that is in the "canon". But your version is certainly funnier, and more in the tradition of the programme!
Mollinary
It was in relation to the next question! Best ever episode, they went off track onto Cannons too! :P