Michael Caine's Party
 

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 constant supply of beer, the best wines that money can buy,
oysters, champagne.


Lennon and McCartney are helping themselves at the bar, Jim Morrison and co.
are sitting on the couch singing "Light My Fire", over in the corner George
Peppard is 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 old 'how's yer father'?"


"Fair play," nods Jim, "As long as she does the rest of the band, too."


"Not a problem, Jim," smiles Michael. 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.


"Alright, luv?" he drones, "don't suppose you fancy extending that service
to me, do you?"


The young girl thinks about this for a second, then says "What the hell!"
and proceeds to unzip Ringo's fly and get to work.


Ringo's having a grand time, until, mere moments before the end, the door
opens and Michael Caine bursts in.


He grabs the young girl by the back of the hair and slaps her hard across
the face!


"Wh-what the hell was that for?" she whimpers.


"I told you," Caine snarls.....

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....."You're only supposed to blow the bloody Doors off..."

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