Humor Stories

A Mel Story
Poker, bourbon, and blues—Mel’s not just playing to win, she’s here to burn it down. When a crooked bet draws her into a smoky showdown, she schools the table, then drags a drifter out back for a heat-soaked alley brawl of bodies and bravado. Neon hums, the jukebox moans, and Mel rides every beat like a storm in heels. Dirty-talking, whiskey-drenched, and wild to the core—this is one red-hot mama you don’t try to tame.

A Caddymaster Story (22)
This is the twenty second story in the Caddymaster saga. Jackie's new young neighbors can't wait to experience the same kind of New England hospitality that Jackie's dad gave to their mother, who is also the aunt of their cousin, Clara.

Patrick invents a watch that not only makes women do whatever he wants, it makes them think that they wanted to in the first place.

A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story (5)
The training at RAF Halton was not anything like that of the SAS,or the Para's,nor the Royal Marines;we were training to be responsible engineers not mean lean killers. Even so Halton attempted to forge a similar esprit de corps, professionalism, and raison d'être in the apprentices who passed through the establishment as was held in those elite units. For good or bad the methods employed sixty years ago have now gone with the wind.

A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story (8)
I didn't learn to drive until leaving the RAF. I was in the TA(Territorial Army) when I learned but don't think I was driving tanks or APCs or Landrovrers. The TA paid for my lessons with a civvy driving school and I learned in a bog standard Austin 1100. This true story recounts the first and last time i drove a truck, although I did become a Yellow Van Man

Decide for yourself after you read the story! IF you do, that is; it's likely to offend more than a few! I classified it as 'true', because there's more than a little truth in it! I'll leave you to figure out which part isn't!

It can be confusing.