April 26, 2007

sex shop

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The always-amusing Anna Pic­kard of Litt­le­Red­Boat fame went into a sex shop:

They were all man­ner of dif­fe­rent things, beads and balls, and but­tons and batons and blah blah blah. And then I found one box tuc­ked away at the back.
‘Mini Vibra­tor on a Key­ring’ it said.
Not only a mini vibra­tor, which is fine, obv, but ON A KEYRING.
Well who knew? There IS somewhere I haven’t thought of loo­king for my keys after all.
Quite apart from the whole social emba­rass­ment of having a gently hum­ming tidd­ler tic­kler han­ging off your hou­se­keys, it just led me into a world of men­tal pos­si­bi­li­ties that I hadn’t before that moment even con­si­de­red a possibilty.

“Oh no, I have lost my keys”
“Do you remem­ber where you last had them?”
“OH! Um… Yes?”

Hila­rious.

2 Responses to “sex shop”

  1. Bla bla bla and sex always go well together … Anna is indeed funny! She needs to come to Miami Beach though but pass first through a desen­si­ti­za­tion pro­cess and haz­mat crew … Peo­ple wear their vibra­tors on their slee­ves (what slee­ves?) down here!

  2. Jennifer says:

    I got one of those. If you have the bat­te­ries in them correctly, the little bug­gers keep on vibra­ting and won’t shut off. A little cons­pi­cuous for a keychain.…