Speeding Ethel
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Speeding Ethel
Policing the nursing home:
Speeding Ethel is a bit of a demon in her wheelchair; she loves to charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel, and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors. Because the poor woman is one sandwich short of a picnic, the other residents tolerate her, and some of the males actually join in her fun.
One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened; Kooky Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched.
"STOP!", he said in a firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?" Ethel fished around in her handbag; pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to him. "OK" he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall.
As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, Weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted, "STOP! Have you got proof of Insurance?" Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out an old beer coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and said, "Carry on, ma'am."
As Ethel neared the final corridor before the front door, Crafty Craig stepped out in front of her, stark naked, holding a very sizeable erection in his hand. "Oh, no!" said Ethel, "Not the breathalyzer again!"
Speeding Ethel is a bit of a demon in her wheelchair; she loves to charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel, and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors. Because the poor woman is one sandwich short of a picnic, the other residents tolerate her, and some of the males actually join in her fun.
One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened; Kooky Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched.
"STOP!", he said in a firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?" Ethel fished around in her handbag; pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to him. "OK" he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall.
As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, Weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted, "STOP! Have you got proof of Insurance?" Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out an old beer coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and said, "Carry on, ma'am."
As Ethel neared the final corridor before the front door, Crafty Craig stepped out in front of her, stark naked, holding a very sizeable erection in his hand. "Oh, no!" said Ethel, "Not the breathalyzer again!"