Mr. Charlie

Yesterday I heard a story which had me in stitches. I literally mean rolling on the floor laughing out loud. This is the story of Mr. Charlie!

Mr. Charlie was the Crazy One's best friend on those lonely nights. On one particular night, the Crazy One decided to get a little kinky with Mr. Charlie, and in a manuevre involving The Crazy One, Mr. Charlie and a wall, Mr. Charlie broke (I don't have details of the particular maneuvre, that has been left to the imagination).

Some time went by without Mr. Charlie (explaining the foul moods, which were too frequent to be just PMS) before a friend of the Crazy One learnt of Mr. Charlie's fate. Being the good friend she is, she went and bought a R2000 replacement (yes, Suid Afrikaanse Rond!), which was supposed to be the best in the business.

The new Mr. Charlie had a hiding place and his own little carry bag. When the landlady came into the room to clean up, she thought, "Oh, what a nice little bag this is." So she opened it up, and got quite a shock when she came upon Mr. Charlie (serves her right for snooping). In her state of shock, she dropped Mr. Charlie on the floor.

When the crazy one returned home, she was in the mood for some alone time with Mr. Charlie, only he wasn't working anymore, to her disgust. The next morning, at the breakfast table, the landlady could not contain herself and had to ask about Mr. Charlie. The landlady's husband felt it should not have been necessary for the Crazy One to own such devices as he felt she was an attractive woman capable of attracting a real Mr. Charlie. I'm sure the whole conversation must have gone down well with the cornflakes. Needless to say, the Crazy One was dying of embarrasment.

And I was dying of laughter! Have you ever?! Seriously...