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My lovely flatmate last year was a pharmacy student, and worked Saturdays in a chemist. One such Saturday, she came home as usual and pottered about for an hour or so, until suddenly a look of horror crossed her face. I can only assume her brain had temporarily blocked the incident.

She'd been behind the counter when a large (and by large we're talking 300lbs plus) man approached her. He was rather greasy looking and wearing a badly stained sweatshirt. He reached the counter, looked her straight in the eye and announced in a proud and happy (and loud) voice,

"I am having SEXUAL INTERCOURSE with a woman and I require SPERMICIDAL LUBRICANT!"

Somehow she managed to maintain her composure and advise him that unfortunately they had nothing suitable in stock and that it would be wise to use some form of barrier protection, but for a couple of days she seemed a little bit haunted.
(Fruitbox, Thu 23 Sep 2010, 2:03, 5 replies)

was he going to snort it?
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Thu 23 Sep 2010, 4:18, closed)

That's what happens when a /talk member leaves thier PC and talks to real peole.

( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Thu 23 Sep 2010, 6:27, closed)

please
could you say sorry to your friend.
( bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Thu 23 Sep 2010, 9:21, closed)

My mind pictures...
...a raincoat beclad greasy version of Fred Elliot of Corrie butchery fame, looming over the counter and bellowing 'spermicidal lubricant, I say spermicidal lubricant Ashley!'
(NoveltyCondomHead Clanks Wams., Thu 23 Sep 2010, 11:00, closed)

I've clicked 'I like this'
but that doesn't really describe how the story makes me feel.

*shudders*
(SimianKid internet faffer, Thu 23 Sep 2010, 11:20, closed)