Possible southern fried and roasted pea
Sitting through a typically dull seminar on trust administration back when I was involved in that particularly tedious industry a cople of us decided that rather than hang around at the lunch break we would take a quick drive down to the nearby harbour and enjoy a bacon roll and a cup of tea in the fresh air. My colleague suggested we take his car. In I jumped only to find the interior resembled one of those Channel 4 documentaries about hoarders with no floor space visible through the litter of crisp packets, coke cans, orange and banana skins, plastic bags (remember them?!?), sweet wrappers etc. I sat down, carefully, and gingerly lowered my feet into the hidden delights. I felt resistance so pressed my foot a bit harder...SNAP...something gave way.

Now ask yourself how you would react if you discovered that your foot encased in what looked suspiciously like the carcass of a southern fried chicken.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 2 Feb 2012, 18:48, 6 replies)

Put the other foot down
To try for a matching pair?
(MrHammerHands last checked the time on, Thu 2 Feb 2012, 18:57, closed)

It was like the scene in Star Wars
I half expected a tentacle to grab my ankle and pull me under.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 2 Feb 2012, 19:05, closed)

*waits for Pooflake to describe the last time he was stuck in a bird*

(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Thu 2 Feb 2012, 19:06, closed)

I imagine
being stuck in a woman would be a uniquely unpleasant experience for the both of you
(MrHammerHands last checked the time on, Thu 2 Feb 2012, 19:49, closed)

Was the guy called Adrian?
I worked with a guy called Adrian who's passenger footwell and back seat were covered in KFC bones.
( Dervel OTBC, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 12:58, closed)

No, Tim
Maybe it's a cult thing?
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Fri 3 Feb 2012, 13:57, closed)