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Evanelpus
22nd Nov 2004, 15:28
Hope this doesn't break any 'taste' rules, it did make me laugh.


Mr Cadbury and Mrs Rowntree met on a coach journey,(it was AfterEight). She was from Quality Street, he was a Fisherman's Friend. On the way they stopped at a Yorkie Bar, he had a Rum and Butter, she had a Wine Gum.

He asked her name. "Polo, I'm the one with the hole" she said. "I'm the one with the Nuts" he thought. Then he touched her Milky Way. They checked in the Hotel and went straight to the bedroom. Mr Cadbury turned out the light for a bit of Black Magic. It wasn't long before he slipped his hand into her Snickers and felt the contrast of her Double Decker.

He showed her his Curly Wurly. But Ms Rowntree wasn't keen as she already had a few Jelly Babies, so she let him take a trip down Bourneville Boulevard. He was pleased as he always fancied a bit of Fudge.

It was a Magic Moment as she let out a scream of Turkish Delight. When he came, his Fun Sized Mars Bar felt a bit Crunchie. She wanted more but he decided to take a Time Out. However, he noticed her Pink Wafers looked very appetizing. So he did a
Twirl and had a Picnic in her Sherbet. At the same time he gave her a Gob Stopper.

Unfortunately Mr Cadbury had to go home to his wife, Caramel. Sadly, he was soon to discover he had caught V.D. It turns out Ms Rowntree had a Box of Assorted Creams.

She had been with All Sorts.

Parapunter
22nd Nov 2004, 15:31
Someones been on the smarties.:}

Jerricho
22nd Nov 2004, 15:47
I'm thinking more along the lines of somebody's been on the chocky liquors or rum balls.

Evanelpus
22nd Nov 2004, 15:49
I remember ages ago being asked what Bertie Bassett's favourite sweet was falling off my chair when I was told Cli*oris Allsorts

Grainger
22nd Nov 2004, 15:59
Reminds me of the three old grannies, down in one of those Southern States sitting out on the porch in their rocking chairs watching the sun go down and reminiscing about their husbands.

"Well, I used to call my man Stanley Laurel" , said the first granny, "because he was tall, and thin."

"Well", said the second granny, "I used to call my man Oliver Hardy . . . because he was short, and fat."

"Well", said the third granny, with a grin on her face, "I used to call my man Drambuie"

"Drambuie ??? " Echoed the other two grannies... "Ain't that some fancy French liquor ?"