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Sherlock and John (Watson) get frisky one night, but try as they might, John can't get himself into Sherlie's special place.
They've tried oil.
They've tried spit.
They've tried butter.
Nothing works.
Eventually, Sherlock says - "Take a lemon, cut it in half, and use the end of your old fella as a juicer, John".
Dr W is sceptical, but tries it anyway.
Slick as you like, John is soon buried balls deep up Holmes' backside.
"How did you know it would work, Holmes?" asked Dr Watson in his post coital glow.
"Lemon entry, my dear Watson, lemon entry".
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Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of Coral Caves,
The Echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand;
And everthing is Green and Submarine
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