The Two Elderly Friends Paddy And Willie Were Dressed Up.

 

“Hold on. Da’ has a bottle buried in his sock drawer. We can take that and have a great time.”

“Good idea.” Said Wille. “I’ll go get it.” And away he went.

He scrabbled through the sock drawer, found it and put it in his back pocket.

As he rushed out the door and down the stairs he missed his footing and bounced all the way down to the bottom.

As he stood, he felt liquid running down his leg.

He passed his hand over his ass and whispered.

“Please, God. Let it be blood!”