When I was young, my mate's Dad used to let us help with the shopping.
He didn't like having to take his son's mate home much, and he hated shopping with kids even more.
So he'd give us a split-down list, and off we'd happily go. Being youngish, we felt giddy with responsibility.*

The thing is though, we'd never find what he sent us for.

To whit:

6 pack Crunchy Owl bars,
1/2lb Stewed rat (Chopped),
3 bottles of starlight (Extra-bright)
6 Asparagus Steaks


I was well into my twenties before I realised what the cunning bastard was doing.

*This was in the days before we knew that there was a paedophile lurking around every corner, hiding in the £1 DVD bin.
(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Fri 17 Feb 2012, 19:20, 3 replies)

reminds me of the time
we sent a less than clued-up friend to the off licence for an ee by gum bar and a packet of ovary eggs
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 17 Feb 2012, 19:36, closed)

my mates wife
Was sent to the fishing shop for a blue arse buzzbot. Not only did she fall for it, but also drove another 7 miles to another shop when the guy said (presumedly straight-faced) that he'd sold out.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 17 Feb 2012, 19:53, closed)

cool
b3ta.com/links/coffee_aint_it
( JessAction Give me all your expensive brandy and hubcaps., Sat 18 Feb 2012, 0:16, closed)