Fun With Food
I'd like to think that there isn't a man alive (and some women) that hasn't at one
time or another, rearranged food to resemble body parts (ie the genitals).
Check out my post from a couple of weeks ago:
Romance Never Dies.
You're a better man than I, if you can walk past a co-workers packed lunch,
sat innocently on their workspace, only to have them return to a defiled picnic
Who can peruse through a fruit and vegetable section of a supermarket, without
grabbing some grapefruits or melons, adopting a Les Dawsonesque, letcherous
gurn, whilst giving them a good squeeze (shouting: knickers, knackers, knockers).
I miss Les Dawson.
Of course, it's not just food items that are abused in such a manner
Balloons, or anything spherical for that matter. All will have been pushed up a
jumper and thrust into an unsuspecting victims face at some time.
All in the name of the great British sense of humour.
Always makes me laugh, I'm afraid.