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All seven of them ;-)

and the "Bridal veil" falls...............

lol Merlin. :-D :-D

You must be thinking of the newly weds who arrived at their Honeymoon hotel.

The groom goes to sort out things with the management while the bride retires to their room.

Five minutes later, the groom rushes into the room and says, " the manager want's to know if we want the Bridal Suite."

She grins and replies:

"No! I'll just hang on to your ears"

:-D :-D :-D

Allan, was that "Stirred" or did you mean "Spurred"? :-D :-D

At least the students stirred their legs :-D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCRahihSB7Q

aww poopoo!

The proctor's assistants are known as bulldogs.
The chances of the proctor himself stirring a leg are nil.

I wonder where he and his happy wife live now :-D

I needed a good laugh! :-D :-D :-D

Which? the third or the fourth? :-D :-D :-D

Do you know where he lives?

:-D :-D :-D

He was the editor and has now wandered off.

The Mills Of God indeed grind slow....but they grind exceeding fine! :-D :-D :-D

The Mills Of God Grind Slowly! :-D :-D :-D

eeeer where's the 4th Student from paragraph 5? Are those Mills Grinding Even Slower? :-D :-D :-D

At least, at this rate, it wont be reported :-D

:-D :-D

Clever!

This tale is set in Cambridge in the 1950’s, when discipline at the University was stronger than now.

It involves a Proctor, a University Officer charged with discipline and enforcing University rules, and a couple of assistants.

Oh, and three male college students.

The tale is set in mid-winter.

One a cold and dark winter’s night a Proctor watched, and saw
three students stealthily making their way into town. The time was 8.00pm, and curfew in those days was 7.00pm.

Calling upon a couple of assistants, the Proctor followed the students to a house occupied by ladies of negotiable affections.

The students entered.

The Proctor, and his assistants, remained outside.

An hour later the first student emerged. The Proctor confronted him and asked, “Name, sir, and College?”

The student replied, “Smith, of Christ’s”

The Proctor made a note of the name, and said “Report to your Dean in the morning”

Ten minutes later, the second student emerged, and when asked the same question replied, “Jones, of Jesus”

He was sent on his way with a similar order to Smith

By this time, the temperature had dropped, the Proctor had lost all feeling in his feet, but he was willing to see it through!

Half an hour passed, and then an hour.

By this stage the Proctor was frozen to the marrow, and in a very unfriendly state.

At last, after another ninety minutes, the final student emerged.

The Proctor grabbed him, and before the poor youth could say anything, the Proctor yelled, “DON’T TELL ME!! YOU’RE MILLS, OF GOD”