It's just a toy
I swear the thing was cursed.

I had a couple of hours to kill at Frankfurt airport. I was reliably informed by my missus that there was a sex shop at the airport, so I sought it out, and spent a leisurely hour perusing the merchandise.

I splashed out on a rather vibrantly packaged (but reduced for quick sale) BOB (hey it's the bon mot de jour) as a treat for us/her.

I hadn't realised that I had to check my hand luggage back in - nor had I appreciated (as the infernal toy was still in one of those impossible to enter plastic packs, that underneath the black plastic exterior beat a heart of pure metal... which showed up rather well on the x-ray machine going through customs...I got a slight funny look but fortunately I didn't get pulled.

So, on my return, a naughty night ensued, the packaging being disposed of in the kitchen bin.

The next morning we had a meeting with my ex wife's friend's husband, who is a financial advisor. We were all sitting round the kitchen table when my son, espying said vibrant packaging peeking out of the bin, hoicked the packet out of the bin and said "What's this" (he was only 5 at the time).

"It's just a toy" said my wife - [as if, for some inexplicable reason, this would assuage his curiousity]. I then had to wrestle the packaging off him, in full view of the financial advisor.

The toy? An anal probe.
(Countryslicker, Wed 3 Dec 2008, 11:03, Reply)