So we dropped in there last night during the journey home on account of Natalie needing some new stuff for her latest student digs, and tickled ourselves helpless at the merchandise's expense.
Later, at the dinner table, we relived the hilarity of the visit for Nikki's benefit and recalled that the woman in front of us at the till had, among her other purchases, a toilet seat.

POOJAR
POORING
CHET
BUMSIT
Ã…RSRING
and, my personal favourite, DOKNUT
It's actual name? Online research reveals it to be almost funnier than anything we came up with. It's called RACKEN.
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