Smell the love
When I was living with Posh John, who is terribly posh, we had a party in our flat.

It was pretty wild.

The morning after we're cleaning up, beer cans, upturned ashtrays, curry up the walls, and oddly enough a decapitated Barbie doll in the living room.

After a quick once over we move our cleaning efforts to the bathroom, looking like a couple of retards on community service, bin bags in hand.

And glued to the side of the bath we find a used condom, quietly congealing.

John glances at me and notices the look on my face as if to say 'John you dirty, dirty bastard.' His look says it all in response, 'I have no idea what the fuck I got up to last night, so it might be mine.'

In a flash John reaches down, peels the johnny from its resting place and holds it up to his nose.

And he takes a mighty sniff, his face screws up in deep analysis.

"Nah..." he says. "That's not me..."

He chucks it in the bin bag and wanders off.

Dirty, dirty, DIRTY boy.
( SpankyHanky, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 17:15, Reply)