Poke 'er?
Small gang of us sitting in a mate's house a few years ago, enjoying a quiet beer, decent music, good company and a few games of poker.

The odd girl who lived opposite spent at least an hour standing at her window staring across the street at us like we were the last straight jacket in the hospital before conversation moved onto her, or more accurately "Ste, what the fuck does that crazed bitch want?".

Upon postponing of our game and general shifting of interest, she waved what can only be described as a 2 lb Monster Kong dildo at us.

We closed the curtains at this point. Brrrr.
(Cheesecake Like a cake...But cheese, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 13:22, Reply)