not quite caught...
...the 1st time I met one of my (now ex) friends was when he and my friend (still friends, sort of... can't find him as he got married and seemed to give up all his rights to communication unless via his missus) walked into my room after a brief knock.

I'd just had a brief knock myself and had managed to forget to gather anything to catch it in, looking around whilst in the vinegar strokes I spied a canister from an APS camera film. I managed to grab it and take the top off it before depositing my load therein. Popped the lid back on and put it next to me on the desk.

Then the door opened, my flies were still undone and the film canister was adjusting to the warmth of the stuff inside and made a weird creaking noise... we all looked at it...

nothing more was said, an awkward (for me) handshake was shared and after a while they left, at which point I could do up my flies and go about getting rid of the evidence. I never told them (why would I?) but I did tell my wife, and she will not let me forget.
(Ross McBingobangobongo bingobangobongo, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 13:21, Reply)