I’m picturing these mother-y little old ladies, down in the back room of a library or somewhere, rolling them back up and re-sealing them into the little re-used foil packets they came in, using household irons, or perhaps curling irons that aren’t much other use anymore.
A Scotsman came to his pharmacist (chemist over there) and flopped a condom on the counter with a big hole in the end of it.
“How much fir a new one?”
“Well, they’re 16 p to one pound 50, depending.”
“Weel then, how much to patch it?”
“I..ahh…. I dunno, I guess I could get the tyre shop around the corner to do it for a 50 p.”
“Thank ye” and the Scotsman leaves.
Next day he’s back, tosses the blowout on the counter and announces “The Rrrregiment votes t’ patch it!”
Comment by dick, not quite dead white guy — December 3, 2012 @ 8:09 pm
Q: What’s the definition of cheap?
A: A condom with a laundry number.
Comment by Fat Baxter — December 3, 2012 @ 8:46 pm
I’ll be fine. I just need another drink. And perhaps a hit-off-of the old bong there. A noseful of coke ‘wouldnint’ hurt.
But only the one shot of heroin. I mean, a guy’s gotta draw the line somewhere.
There’s actually a newsgroup (alt.binaries.alt5) where some guy just bulk uploads tons of random funny crap from the net. I download it all and save it to filter through on those frequent occasions when my connection is being a shit.
Most of it goes right in the garbage but there’s a few gems now and then. And lots of it is extreme sports type stuff shot with HD helmet cams, nothing like living vicariously through people with more money to waste on ER trips than myself.
Comment by apotheosis — December 4, 2012 @ 9:20 am