Tuesday, 1 December 2009

Squelch

A few weeks back, I felt a cold, wet, squelch under my right foot.
What the fuck?!
A condom, a used condom. I looked over to my bed and coldly asked "why?". He opened one eye, grunted and mumbled "...a jonny?".
I disposed of the condom that made the incredible journey of over four metres from my bed, made some tea and pondered on why he chose to have left it there, his eye had closed and he returned to his slumber.
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  1. Horrible post! (I mean that in the nicest possible way.)
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