Another word for barstool without the word stool in it.

[THX1138]

Because a word list is simply a challenge to us writers ...


My head ached terribly. I rubbed my fingers gingerly over the gash (I admit, I don't know the naughty meaning of that one) on my temple. Cursing Sir. Humphrey for his inane driving, I climbed out of the hole and stood erect. From somewhere in the bushes I heard Sir. Humphrey ejaculate (Ok, Ok. I was giggling helplessly while I tried to write that.). We were ten hours behind schedule and I for one needed to wee badly.

A stool from the luggage sat incongruously upright in the middle of the road. Even more unbelievably, our transistor radio lay undamaged on it, tuned to some infernal cricket match. "Ten runs, two balls," some super annuated commentator was saying breathlessly. "It's come right down to the--" I threw a pole I found lying next to me and put an end to the old man's (Ok, don't know that one) ravings.

It took me half an hour to half-carry, half-drag Sir. Humphrey to the nearest house. I banged loudly on the knocker and was rewarded by a squirt of water from above. Some old bag with granny specs (Don't know that one) and wearing a helmet (nor that) leaned out the upper window holding a moist rag from which issued a dribble of dirty washing up water. "Go away you loafers. I'm watching me telly" she yelled down.

"He's hurt!" I said. I saw Sir. Humphrey's eyelids droop again. "Stay awake, Fatty!" I said to him. "Don't fall asleep Fatty," and shook him roughly by the shoulders.

That's when I heard the chopper (Don't know that one).

Has all of the makings of 'Are You Being Served?'

"My p***y was so worked up I had to pet her until she started purring."
"I bet you did, Mrs. Slocombe! I bet you did!"

Sorry mods!

 

[Ursa major]

I think that the idea of a "waterhole" would probably transcend the Earth's culture

That could be thought of as a description of a toilet (particularly of the kind that one can't sit on).

 

[Snicklefritz]

I can't help it, but this entire discussion reminds me of an ancient "grandpa" joke:
In a session with a psychologist a man is shown a drawing of a triangle and asked what it brings to mind.
"Sex," he replies.
The psychologist then shows the man a drawing of a circle. "Sex"
A square. "Sex"
This continues for a few more drawings.
Finally the psych tells the man, "You seem to be obsessed with sex."
To which he replies, "Me? You're the one drawing all the dirty pictures."

 

[Ursa major]

There may be an ethnic component at play here: perhaps the man was an Angle-Sex-On....


*gets coat*

 

[Snicklefritz]

There may be an ethnic component at play here: perhaps the man was an Angle-Sex-On....


*gets coat*

grrrrrrroannnnnnn

 

[Swank]

Thread unwatched.

 

[Alex The G and T]

Obviously, Grandpa was a sexagenarian. Not a day over 69.