Rabbit sarnie anyone?
My housemate, bless his cotton socks, isn't the sharpest tool in the box at times.

We went out to a club one night where the drinks flowed and times were merry, when from nowhere two girls came floating into the room wearing skin tight PVC bunny outfits.
Every eye in the room, male and female alike, was transfixed by these two stunning, yet coy, brilliant bunnies.

Without batting an eyelid at anyone else in the room they glide gracefully up to my mate, who is designated driver and therefore stone cold sober.
After the initial 'Hi, I'm so-and-so' banter that often occurs in such male-female interactions, the ladies ask him
'Ever had a Rabbit sandwich?'
They do the whole playing with the hair, biting their lips and wiggling their plentiful money makers they way only two women on the pull can manage.

Now, to his credit, my mate stayed calm, he stayed cool and he wasn't overwhelmed by all charm these lucious creatures exuded. He quickly formulated his response and in a good, steady voice he replied,
'Erm, no, I can't say that I have.'

He then proceeded to finish his coke, stand up and walk away from those two beauties before his face dropped and his brain finally caught up with his mouth, by which time the girls had moved to the next on their list.

Like I said, not the sharpest tool in the box.
( Pointy Head poked another hole in my anorak on, Sat 7 Oct 2006, 4:37, Reply)