Chronicles of Rick: Pat & Cats

I received an invite from Pat's no. 4 wife Carol saying no dirty stories; to which l replied that if l could not tell dirty stories on someone’s 80th then I was not going.

…However the best one to tell about Pat is that some years ago, on a cold Wellington winters morning, this lovely brunette had decided to stay with Pat just to keep him warm and happy.

In the morning, which was a Sunday, she swung her long lovely legs over the side of the bed to make Pat his breakfast, reaching under the bedclothes for her pantyhose. She popped them on her legs and stood up to pull them on! But! they only came to just above her knees. Looking down and realising that they were not going to go any further, she exclaimed that they were not hers … and what’s more she didn’t like the color!

Later on in this relationship the lovely brunette, who had a black pussy, which also had moved in, was by Pat he hated kats.

Realising that the cat was a problem in their relationship, the brunette decided to give Pat the ultimate choice; “the cat stays or I go!” The end result was that both the cat and the brunette departed … Which only goes to show that a brunette in the hand is worth two pussies in the bush.