Mr Gibraltar

They have a Mr Gibraltar competition too.

Here’s this years winner posing on the rock.

 

Do try and control yourselves ladies. He’s spoken for.

Competition for the girls from El Salvador?

Miss Gibraltar…

Not bad for a little rock normally associated with apes.

My housemaid

I have a housemaid who comes in once a week to help me out with various chores. She’s very sexy but not exacly the sharpest tool in the box and with the most bizarre attitude to matters of clothing. For an example see the post ‘Girls, Girls, Girls from March 6).

Because of this and her various mis-adventures, I have decided to make a note of the most extreme examples in this blog for posterity and your general amusement.

For instance, in my garden I have four orange trees and one lemon tree all fully laden with fruit ripe for the picking. I mentioned to my housemaid that I would be picking them at the weekend and she offered to assist me. I gratefully accepted.

Pointing to the largest tree, which is some 20 feet tall, I mentioned that I would need to erect a ladder big enough to reach the oranges at the top and that she should wear suitable clothing for ease of movement. She looked at me with a puzzled expresion and asked, “Erect? but wha’ iss this means Don Freddy?”

“Erect…” I replied, “…means that you put something up or make something stand. On Saturday I will put up a ladder, or erection, so that we can reach the top.”

“Aaah Is understand Señior, gracias. You very kin’ an’ alway’ help me wit mys Inglits. Vale, hasta mañana.”

I waved her off and proceeded to prepare the ladders for the next day.

The following morning, my housemaid arrived as promised looking like something from a Texan ranch but with the shortest little denim skirt you could imagine. I was astonished to say the least.

“Why are you wearing such a short skirt?” I asked. “When I told you to wear something for ease of movement I thought you’d have come wearing jeans or something.”

“No señior” she replied, “iss too ‘ot for heans so I wore mys skir’. Iss easy to move becau’ I can lift it up… see?” To demonstrate she hitched up her skirt to her waist revealing her derrière and went over to the ladder.

“Vale Don Freddy, would you like mis tu climb up on yous big erection now?”

Well what could I say?

I said yes.

And she did.

No oranges were picked that day.

Anyway, here’s a photo of my housemaid and her skirt.

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