Hello Chockstone lovelies. How are we all today? Looking forward to getting away on the weekend are we, or are we shackled like Mr hero seems to be fond of? Have you been getting out lately Mr hero? Bouldering perhaps dearie? My M10 love Derek tells me, that the day he thinks those shackle things are good things, is the day that he should be getting out and climbing more, and I agree with him.
Greg the boulderer was attending his local Bouldering Club's monthly meeting and had just told them he couldn't make the upcoming Grampians trip because his missus wouldn't let him go.
After copping the under the thumb remarks, and other derisive remarks, Greg left to go back home to the missus.
When Greg's mates started arriving to set up camp in the Grampians the following week, who should be there but Greg, sitting up in front of the campsite, swag rolled out, chalkbag in hand, camp oven roast stewing away in a hot bed of coals.
"How did you talk your missus into letting you go Greg?"
"I didn't have to," was Greg's reply.
"When I left the meeting I went home and slumped down in my chair with a beer to drown my sorrows. Then the missus snuck up behind me and covered my eyes and said, "Surprise".
"When I peeled her hands back she was standing there in a beautiful see through negligee and she said, 'Carry me into the bedroom, shackle me to the bed, and you can do what ever you want'."
"So here I am!"
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