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The Gentlemen

MonkieSocks · 2021-04-06 18:29:08

There are these three older gentlemen in their club.......somewhere in the West End of London, and it's the late 1920s or so. They're sitting in the Chesterfield armchairs. Drinking their beakers of port, smoking cigars, and generally chatting about life, and the conversation circles round to the great inevitable. They…

06-04-2021 7:29pm

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There are these three older gentlemen in their club.......somewhere in the West End of London, and it's the late 1920s or so.

They're sitting in the Chesterfield armchairs.

Drinking their beakers of port, smoking cigars, and generally chatting about life, and the conversation circles round to the great inevitable.

They start to wonder how they want to go.

The youngest, about 70 odd, says

"I'm going to get into my yacht, slip off the lines, and sail off into the sunset, never to be seen again".

There were a few harumphs of agreement and then the next youngest, in his 80s, said

"Well, I think I'd like to get the old Nitro Express off the wall, trek out into the Kush, and well, maybe this time the tiger will get his lunch"

The third member of the trio, in his 90s, but with a twinkle in his eye, says

"Bloody amateurs, I want to be shot by a jealous husband".

=(:-) Me? I know who I am. I'm a dude playing a dude disguised as another dude (-:)=

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