There was an abundance of both these items scattered over the pavement outside our library this morning. Someone must have had one hell of a party (the condoms had been...er...utilised).
That's all. But it/they did set me wondering. As you do. (Not exactly material for a story, sadly, and not enough plot for a novel. A poem, perhaps? Nah.)
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It makes me wonder what sort of person it is that scatters crisp packets about.
ReplyDeleteIn this case, a multi-tasker?
DeleteMaybe modern crisps come Viagra flavoured.
ReplyDeleteWhat does Viagra taste of?
DeleteCheese and onion, CM and Adrian.
DeleteWhat a romantic set up; spend the night outside the library with your girlfriend, and don't forget to bring some crisps - a sure way to a woman's heart!
ReplyDeleteI was surprised there were no bottles or cans, Meike. Not even a single cork.
DeleteYuk! Hope the person clearing up has gloves on.
ReplyDeleteHe had one of those,long pick up things, Rosemary, and was philosophical (I tried to commiserate with him),
DeleteI suppose that, as fewer people smoke these days, something had to take its place after sex.
ReplyDeleteGraham you are considerate I just go to sleep. Or try to, it's difficult when someone is banging you in the ribs and asking if you are listening.
DeleteGB, I recommend kippers. Adrian, you're such an old romantic.
DeleteI thought I could make it work as a story for The People's Friend... on second thoughts, maybe not.
ReplyDeleteGo on, Wendy, I dare you!
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