My mate Ralph
... knew his dad had a target pistol somewhere hidden in his room so one day when his dad was out, we ransacked the place to find it... no gun (probably a good thing) but his sister did find a small box full of public hair with a note from his aunty (his dad's brother's wife) saying he should keep these as a reminder.
I should point out that instead of being tortured by this, Ralph used the knowledge to get away with ANYTHING for the next few years.
Highlights include:
Dismantling and repairing a minibike in the living room.
Holding a spear-gunning contest down the corridor (which ended when someone speared a can of airfreshener and gassed out the whole house).
Inviting us all over to drink his dad's liquor cabinet dry.
Digging a life-size grave in the front yard, complete with cross.
Etc etc etc.
It was, quite simply, the find that changed everyone's life.
( difficultchild, Mon 10 Nov 2008, 1:39, 3 replies)

Brilliant!
Feel sorry for the old man, but then why keep a box of pubes?!
( elgordo, Mon 10 Nov 2008, 8:50, closed)

not pubes
he said public hair ;-)
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 10 Nov 2008, 10:46, closed)

Are they
called Publes for short?
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Mon 10 Nov 2008, 10:58, closed)