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Pete and me had this mate called Charlie He lived in Manchester And he was a rogue Whenever we called on him He'd rub his hands and say "What can I sell ya, boys?" Once when we went He opened a large drawer and It was full of gold and silver rings All types and all sizes He opened the drawer beneath that And it was full of ****** and vibrators I kid you not Another time we went he said to Pete " I've got some leather jeans'll fit you," So Pete tried them on and they fit Sort of This was in the days before stretch fabrics And what Charlie didn't mention was These were womens' jeans So Pete looked at me and said "What d'you think?" I tried not to laugh but failed "They look like leather jodhpurs! You look like a Hell's Angel equestrian!" So that was Charlie The last I heard Bad people were looking for him Apart from the police I often wonder what happened to him By Phil Roberts
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
CHARLIE
Pete and me had this mate called Charlie He lived in Manchester And he was a rogue Whenever we called on him He'd rub his hands and say "What can I sell ya, boys?" Once when we went He opened a large drawer and It was full of gold and silver rings All types and all sizes He opened the drawer beneath that And it was full of ****** and vibrators I kid you not Another time we went he said to Pete " I've got some leather jeans'll fit you," So Pete tried them on and they fit Sort of This was in the days before stretch fabrics And what Charlie didn't mention was These were womens' jeans So Pete looked at me and said "What d'you think?" I tried not to laugh but failed "They look like leather jodhpurs! You look like a Hell's Angel equestrian!" So that was Charlie The last I heard Bad people were looking for him Apart from the police I often wonder what happened to him By Phil Roberts
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
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