Double double entendre.
A while ago I shared a house with 4 friends and we'd all been down the pub on a Friday night where we had been joined by my girlfriend. We all went back to ours and stood around in the lounge drinking further beers and flicking through the channels on the telly. This was in channel 5's early days when there was a regular supply of smut aired on a Friday night and the '5' button was being selected a disproportionate amount as we watched 5 channels at once. As we watched TV we were wisecracking at the awfulness of the shows we were seeing - aided by the amount of ale we had imbibed over the course of the evening. Only one such comment can I remember and it was one my girlfriend made (she's now my wife if anyone's interested!). Having just had a lingering look at channel 5's soft-as-mr-Floppy-porn and laughed ourselves silly at it the channel was changed to another film, this one set in Victorian England. On the screen there was a lady dressed up for going out in Winter with a big coat and hat on and her hands inserted into one of those fur tube things. Out of my girlfriends mouth came the words, "Oooo, she's got a big muff." Cue 4 slightly pissed blokes collapsing in fits of laughter for what seemed like ages and a huffy looking girlfriend. Eventually one of us regained enough control to say to her, "I bet you're glad you said that aren't you?" to which she replied, "Yeah. Dead chuffed." and the room erupted again.


She still hates it when I tell that story.
(beer, Mon 16 Jun 2008, 12:19, Reply)