Reposted but relevant.
One of my mates awoke one fine Sunday morning to find his Topper (Toppa?) dinghy on the roof of his Vauxhall Astra, the mast in place and his life preservers, anchor, ropes and a variety of breeze blocks all inside it. Neither I, nor the other people he left at the pub early so that he could go home for a game of hide the sausage with his girlfriend, could possibly be able to explain how this happened. Definitely nothing to do with us.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Sun 4 Nov 2012, 16:30, 2 replies)

Would have clicked if it wasn't for "hide the sausage"
Shudder
(IHateSprouts is baking a huge pie shaped like an enormous pie, Tue 6 Nov 2012, 20:29, closed)

What if it wasn't a euphemism
but a game where they were actually searching for beskinned minced pork products?
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Wed 7 Nov 2012, 15:20, closed)