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My lovely flatmate last year was a pharmacy student, and worked Saturdays in a chemist. One such Saturday, she came home as usual and pottered about for an hour or so, until suddenly a look of horror crossed her face. I can only assume her brain had temporarily blocked the incident.

She'd been behind the counter when a large (and by large we're talking 300lbs plus) man approached her. He was rather greasy looking and wearing a badly stained sweatshirt. He reached the counter, looked her straight in the eye and announced in a proud and happy (and loud) voice,

"I am having SEXUAL INTERCOURSE with a woman and I require SPERMICIDAL LUBRICANT!"

Somehow she managed to maintain her composure and advise him that unfortunately they had nothing suitable in stock and that it would be wise to use some form of barrier protection, but for a couple of days she seemed a little bit haunted.
(Thu 23rd Sep 2010, 2:03, More)