Sally Forth

My housemate and I get up to a lot of nonsense (no, you sick perverts, we do not, nor will we ever, have any sexual contact), but tonight he took the cake.

I was listening to Jean-Michel Jarre’s tribute to Jacques Cousteau, “Calypso”, and asked Chris to name the artist. After a couple of aborted attempts, he came up with “Steel Drum Sally”.

I have yet to swallow my next morsel of food I’m giggling so hard. Every time I think about it I want to laugh. Now my food is getting cold. Chris, you’re evil.

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2 thoughts on “Sally Forth”

  1. You made me guess, you "pajero" <insert best Spanish accent here>. That will teach you to do that to me in the future.

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