Drop your chips
As per all the other stories here, a younger and friskier Moon Monkey was getting sweaty with one of the poor unfortunate lasses who have mistaken me for suitable boyfriend material. It was decided that lube was required; I can't remember why -- it may have been a Cackpipe Cosmonaut* situation.

Unfortunately, no suitable substance could be found in the bedside drawers. Ever resourceful, I take my straining erection for a quick tour of the house, looking for a workable substitute. "Vegetable oil!" thinks I, in a burst of inspiration.

All well and good, and a perfectly reasonable solution. Except that I really shouldn't have used the oil we'd cooked chips in earlier that night, and which was still full of burnt crispy bits.

And speaking of "crispy bits" it was several weeks before she was able to face further attempts at mattress mambo.


* One who prefers docking at the rear docking port
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 27 Jun 2011, 10:44, 5 replies)

^ all lies ^
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( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 27 Jun 2011, 10:55, closed)

Well I don't think you're a real doctor
So there.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 27 Jun 2011, 12:19, closed)

Just go behind the screen and bend over.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 27 Jun 2011, 12:28, closed)

*yes, we get it.

(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Mon 27 Jun 2011, 11:44, closed)

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*Just because Terry Pratchett does this a lot, doesn't mean you should. Frankly, he shouldn't, either.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Mon 27 Jun 2011, 22:56, closed)