Apparently my old man arrested a bloke wandering around in his pyjamas
ranting, raving, and holding aloft a manky bathroom towel.

When apprehended, he bawled "I KNOW! I KNOW THE WAY! THE SPITAL PROPE HAS SHOWN ME THE WAY!" and he brandished the stained and threadbare towel, refusing to yield, until he was slammed over the bonnet of the car, handcuffed, and carted off for a medical.

Whilst there, the doctors wrenched away the towel from his fingers. The man sobbed, gnashed his teeth, threw a fit, and had to be sedated, for fear that he would be seperated from his Spital Prope. During his peaceful slumber, the coppers examined the towel and saw two worn holes where "Ho" and "rty" would have sandwiched the sacred "spital Prope" moniker inked in clear type across the top edge.
( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Wed 20 May 2009, 23:36, archived)

feel free to copy this all over /qotw at a suitable time.

( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Wed 20 May 2009, 23:37, archived)

pffft
I still have silver balls for you
( Blue Star was working part time at the 5 and Dime, Wed 20 May 2009, 23:37, archived)

you mean you shove steel love eggs up your chuff because I arouse you so

( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Wed 20 May 2009, 23:38, archived)

That too
if you like
( Blue Star was working part time at the 5 and Dime, Wed 20 May 2009, 23:39, archived)

i don't believe a word of this
on the grounds that it's too funny to be true
( spacefish bong!, Thu 21 May 2009, 0:08, archived)