A Thursday Joke

It's the 1960s, and the "Swinging Sixties" concept is well underway. Michael Caine is hosting a showbiz house party - and everyone who's anyone is there. There's the highest quality food. Top quality music. The best champagne that money can buy.

Lennon and McCartney are at the bar. Jim Morrison and his band are sitting on the floor in the corner singing "Light My Fire" and on the couch George Peppard is getting very close with Sophia Loren.

Everything is going well, until Jim Morrison decides that he's bored and is off home. "Oi, Jim!" interjects Caine, "the party is just getting started! I tell you what, there's a young filly here who's brilliant at oral sex. How about I get her to entertain you in the spare bedroom?"

"Okay then" nods Jim, "providing she also gives the rest of my band the same satisfaction".

"Not a problem Jim!" says Caine, and goes off to whisper some instructions in the girl's ear.

Half an hour later, the girl is finishing off the last band member when Ringo Starr barges into the bedroom. "Alright luv?" he says, "don't suppose you'll do me next will you?"

The young lass thinks for a second, then says "Okay, what the hell!" and proceeds to unzip Ringo's fly and get down to work. Ringo's having a fantastic time until, mere moments before the end, the door opens and Michael Caine bursts in. He grabs the woman by her hair and then slaps her hard across the face.

"What was that for?!" she whimpers.

"I told you!" Caine snarls.

(wait for it)

"You were only supposed to blow the bloody Doors off!"

(I'm here all week)