My housemate and I get up to a lot of nonsense (no, you sick perverts, we do not, nor will we ever, have any sexual contact), but tonight he took the cake.
I was listening to Jean-Michel Jarre’s tribute to Jacques Cousteau, “Calypso”, and asked Chris to name the artist. After a couple of aborted attempts, he came up with “Steel Drum Sally”.
I have yet to swallow my next morsel of food I’m giggling so hard. Every time I think about it I want to laugh. Now my food is getting cold. Chris, you’re evil.
2 Replies to “Sally Forth”
You made me guess, you "pajero" <insert best Spanish accent here>. That will teach you to do that to me in the future.
Do it again 😛