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THE YELLOW PLASTIC DISCO PANTS

THE YELLOW PLASTIC DISCO PANTS

On disco night you would always see him
in his yellow plastic pants full to the brim
parading his bulging assets in the street
while jiving erotically to the amplified beat
''I bet you he does'' I said
''Nah he's European!'' said Fred

The next night we went to watch him strut
much looking like a plastic yellow peanut
with an exposed chest of thick hairy curls
thinking his bump was attracting the girls
''That can't be true'' I said
''He's an Italian stallion!'' said Fred

As he boogied towards the big disco doors
thought he was the king of the dance floors
with those yellow pants caressing his body
Fred noticed his mound looking a bit shoddy
''Let's find out buddy'' I said
''But he's a Greek god!'' said Fred

We tackled him in front of the disco crowd
peeled his pants down as far as we allowed
girls giggled, bouncers grimaced at the sight
of items ejecting from his disco pants this night
''I told you he had socks'' I said
''So, he was Australian then!'' said Fred
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THE YELLOW PLASTIC DISCO PANTS, by Mick Reid 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
TODD TODD 4 months ago
ok
Mick Reid 4 months ago
thank you :)
THE TRUTHFUL CRITIC 4 months ago
i'm glad he was not a brittish gent 
Mick Reid 4 months ago
haha thank you again
Fluffy Bunny xx 4 months ago
aww thank u TTC that's so sweet of u !!
here's eleventy seven hugs for you too !! 8-D
Fluffy Bunny xx 4 months ago
The punchline was a cracker!!!!!!!!!!
Super AWESOME write!!!!!!      8-D
Mick Reid 4 months ago
cheers thank you with a million smiles :)
Mick Reid 4 months ago
:)
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