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I'm never at home. Not on the weekend. But this weekend I am. I've been doing various things, one of which is (rather belatedly) sorting out a birthday present and card for Smecs (flatmate). So I went off, knowing we have some draught excluding sticky foam somewhere (top tip...cut a tiny square of it off to attach badges to badge-free birthday cards. Just try not to buy the brown one XD ) Anyways, in doing this, and in thinking about moving out, I rooted through our two 'shit drawers' in the kitchen....those drawers that have no purpose and are just filled with 'stuff'.
And I found our bag of chocolate arseholes, cocks and vaginas. The things you forget you own...
Given that we had equal numbers of cocks, arsholes, cunts and flowers to start with I find it amusing that we now have lots of flowers, a few cocks...but only one vag and one arse left. Tells you a lot about the sort of people we party with...
They're all handmade out of chocolate by friends.
I really should be having a tidy and putting washing on...ah, the joys of gearing up to move house >_
And I found our bag of chocolate arseholes, cocks and vaginas. The things you forget you own...
Given that we had equal numbers of cocks, arsholes, cunts and flowers to start with I find it amusing that we now have lots of flowers, a few cocks...but only one vag and one arse left. Tells you a lot about the sort of people we party with...
They're all handmade out of chocolate by friends.
I really should be having a tidy and putting washing on...ah, the joys of gearing up to move house >_