do the sausage dance
when my brother and i weren't trying to kill each other, we were generally causing trouble for our sisters or parents. occasionally, we got along fine.
one such time, my brother's friend was staying with us. he was always good for a laugh was stephen, up for anything, although he did have the odd habit of referring to me as nurse bradley. mum was out and we were waiting for dad to get home from work.
as stephen and i were watching telly, my brother suddenly burst into the room, shouting "look at my willy!"
we looked. he had his jeans unzipped, with a raw sausage hanging out. he danced about the room, waggling his sausage at us, rubbing it on himself and making a 12-year-old's idea of sex noises. after ten minutes, we were all exhausted. stephen and me from laughing, my brother from cavorting around the room doing his sausage dance.

and the confession? dad, we should have told you before you ate that sausage, but we were far too busy laughing.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 26 Aug 2010, 17:00, Reply)